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    After a brief pause, Connor inquired, “What’s wrong?”


    Marissa hesitated for a moment. She had a nagging suspicion about Lone Wolf, drawn from her previous encounter with him. Yet, disclosing her doubts to Connor risked exposing her identity as ck Snake. Thus, she chose a safer tactic


    “Look at him, all soft with that beer belly. He doesn’t seem like a genuine mercenary,” Marissa said, her contempt for the bulky man in ck evident in her tone. This helped ease Connor’s jealousy, as he had momentarily spected that Marissa might harbor romantic feelings for the man


    Smiling, Connor observed, “True expertise in martial arts goes beyond mere physical form. Even with his bulk, he might maneuver with surprising nimbleness and precision.”


    After a moment of reflection, Marissa nodded in eptance. Connor’s observation resonated with her. In martial arts, exceptional ability could indeed allow someone of considerable size to execute impressive maneuvers


    Eager to gauge Lone Wolf’s fighting skills herself, Marissa reached for a cup on the table. However, before she could proceed, Connor swiftly intervened, catching her wrist


    “What are you attempting to do?” he asked


    “Allow me to assess his fighting skills,” Marissa offered eagerly


    “Stop,” Connor interjected, his smile easing the tension as he carefully removed the cup from her grasp and set it back on the table. “I’ve already checked everything necessary. He is Lone Wolf. You can rx now.”


    Worried that Marissa might act rashly toward Lone Wolf, Connor plucked a grape from the bowl and popped it into her mouth, winking at the bulky man dressed in ck. When Marissa finished her grape, she realized that the man in ck had disappeared, leading her to drop the idea of testing him


    Five hourster, Connor’s private nended smoothly on the deck of the Sunrise. Despite the deepening night that veiled the sea in darkness, the cruise ship was bathed in light, radiating a weing glow


    The captain, Elvis Williamson, a polite man in his forties dressed in a sharp white uniform, headed the wee team. As Connor and Marissa stepped off the ne, Elvis greeted them with a warm smile


    “Mr. and Mrs. Daniels, wee aboard the Sunrise.”


    Returning the gesture, Connor responded warmly, “Thank you, Captain Williamson.” Having been on the Sunrise previously, Connor was well-acquainted with Elvis, and their conversation unfolded effortlessly


    Turning to Marissa, Elvis smiled andplimented her, “Mrs. Daniels, you look absolutely radiant and elegant.”


    Marissa warmly received thepliment. “Thank you, Captain. I truly value your kind words.”


    Elvis maintained a calm exterior, yet he was internally startled. The widespread chatter about the richest man in Blebert marrying below his ss had cast Marissa in a poor light. Elvis had braced himself to encounter someone of lesser grace and was delightfully surprised by Marissa’s poise, realizing that the rumors were baseless


    Continuing his role, Elvis ryed a message from Paul Alvarado, who expressed his delight at having Connor and Marissa aboard the Sunrise


    “Would you please give my regards to Mr. Alvarado?” Connor asked


    “Of course,” Elvis answered, his voice still filled with politeness


    After a moment’s hesitation, Elvis touched on a delicate matter. “Mr. Daniels, there have been whispers of some tension between you and Amiri recently. It’s quite a coincidence, as Amiri is here on business too. I hope there will be no issues during your stay. Please, don’t put me in a difficult situation.”


    While his approach was courteous, Elvis subtly warned against any unrest on the Sunrise. Connor responded with a reassuring grin, “You have my word, Captain. I’m fully aware of the rules here on the Sunrise.”


    Elvis expressed his gratitude. “I appreciate that, Mr. Daniels.”


    Just then, a disturbance broke out nearby. “Excuse me, please. Amiri requests to speak with Mr. Connor Daniels!”


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