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    As Marissa changed her clothes, Connor waited patiently in the living room, surrounded by Domenic, Marc, and Terry, who anxiously anticipated the challenging negotiation ahead in the Starlight Hall. Connor, once fiercely determined to kill Amiri, now seemed unexpectedly passive, providing no directives as the crucial meeting approached


    The silence grew heavy until Domenic could no longer bear it. “Sir, what’s our strategy for dealing with Amiri? Should we prepare for a confrontation?”


    “Just wait for my instructions,” Connor replied, his tone light yet firm


    Domenic, Marc, and Terry exchanged worried nces, having no option but to trust Connor’smand. At that moment, Marissa stepped out of her room, stunning everyone present


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    Given the day’s tense agenda, where unexpected conflicts might erupt at any moment, sensible and flexible attire was crucial. However, Marissa’s choice of wardrobe defied that expectation. She was dressed extravagantly in a high-end gown designed by Sara,plete with crystal shoes, sophisticated makeup, and expensive jewelry. To the uninformed, she looked ready for a grand ball, not a perilous negotiation. If she were Tiffany, they might think she was a fool. But she was Marissa, the seasoned mercenary ‘ck Snake,’ known for her strategic acumen. Such an evident blunder seemed imusible, suggesting a deeper strategy at y. The trio stood dumbfounded, trying to decipher her intentions. Only Connor remainedposed, admiring her with a smile. “Today, you are undoubtedly the most beautiful again.”


    Marissa’s response was a smile as dazzling as her attire. After their breakfast, they proceeded to the Starlight Hall


    Elvis was waiting outside their door, ready to personally escort them. Upon arrival, Elvis courteously addressed Connor. “Mr. Daniels, ording to the Sunrise’s security protocols, everyone must be scanned before entering the Starlight Hall to ensure no dangerous items are carried inside.”


    “We willply with the cruise ship’s regtions,” Connor acknowledged with a nod. Following Elvis’s cue, a staff member stepped forward, scanning each individual from head to toe with a device and temporarily holding any items deemed suspicious


    Once the examination concluded, Connor inquired, “Is it done?”


    Elvis gestured weingly. “Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Daniels. Pleasee in.” Holding Marissa’s hand, Connor led the way into the Starlight Hall, with Domenic, Marc, Terry, and a team of bodyguards following closely


    As they entered, the heavy door closed behind them, sealing the room in quiet solitude. Inside, Amiri had been waiting. He rose to greet them with a warm smile. “Mr. Daniels, it’s a pleasure to meet you!”


    Standing behind Amiri were his bodyguards, looking decidedly less friendly than their leader. The elegant man from the previous day was also there, standing beside Amiri. Connor did not acknowledge Amiri. He surveyed the room with a cool gaze before sitting down on the sofa opposite Amiri, still holding Marissa’s hand


    Once they were seated, Amiri spoke again, shing a charming smile. “Is this beautifuldy your wife? She’s absolutely stunning!”


    Connor remained expressionless, his face as cold as ice, which visibly difited Amiri. Marissa, on the other hand, responded with a radiant smile. “Oh, aren’t you the charmer! I’m delighted by yourpliments. Do go on—I’m all ears.”


    At this, Domenic, Marc, and Terry couldn’t help but grimace. What was Marissa thinking?


    Though her marriage with Connor was just a ruse, openly flirting with dangerous game, especially given Connor’s known possessiveness, was risky. Worried, the three men simultaneously turned to gauge Connor’s reaction, unsure of what his response might be


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