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    Marissa shot a casual nce at Elvis. “Captain Williamson, what do you want to know?”


    Elvis nced at Paul before turning back to Marissa. “Dr. Riss, I’ve heard there are only two A Pills of MindEase Elixir in the world. You gave one to Mrs. Arabe Daniels and the other to Mr. Balthasar Nash. Yet here you are with another one. It leads me to believe…”


    “That this one might be a fake,” Marissa finished for him


    Elvis appeared slightly embarrassed. “I apologize, Dr. Riss. I didn’t mean to offend you. However, it concerns Mr. Alvarado’s health, and I must ask my questions.”


    Marissa didn’t respond verbally. Instead, she delved into her bag once more and pulled out arge, battered box, setting it on the table. The box was ordinary and worn, looking as though she had simply grabbed an old one from the trash as a makeshift solution


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    Elvis looked puzzled. Paul raised his eyebrows, clearly baffled too. Silently, Marissa lifted the lid of the box


    Both Elvis’s and Paul’s eyes widened in shock at the sight of its contents. Inside were dozens of MindEase Elixirs. From their appearances, they were all A Pills, the same rare and valuable kind. On the market, each A Pill could fetch fifteen million dors. The box Marissa had casually brought was filled with pills worth a total of five hundred million dors. Yet here they were, stored in a shabby, unassuming box that seemedpletely at odds with the treasure it held. The condition of the box didn’t bother Marissa, nor did theck of cushioning like gauze to protect its contents. Moreover, the pills were scattered inside haphazardly, as if someone had tossed them inside without care


    Elvis’s mouth twitched involuntarily. Catching his nce, Marissa taunted, “Captain Williamson, you’re not thinking all these pills in my box are counterfeit, are you?”


    Flustered, Elvis replied, “I apologize, Dr. Riss. There have been some whispers…”


    Marissa scoffed. “Whispers are for the gullible, Captain. I produce ten furnaces of pills at a time, with two hundred pills per furnace. Imagine me cuddling a bucket of these pills and munching on them like popcorn while watching a movie.”


    Elvis found himself at a loss for words. The young woman was quite sharp-tongued. Blushing, Elvis hung his head and remained silent


    Paul turned his face into the sofa, barely containing hisughter. Marissa shot Elvis a stern look, then dissolved the MindEase Elixir into a ss of water and handed it to him. “Please, give this to Mr. Alvarado to drink.”


    “Right away,” Elvis responded, quickly grasping the ss with both hands. He moved with such urgency, clearly intimidated by Marissa now, careful not to cross her again. Elvis turned around to hand the ss to Paul, only to notice that Paul was holding back hisughter so intensely that his face had turned red. Elvis, lips pressed tightly together in an awkward smile, offered, “Mr. Alvarado, let me assist you so you can drink this.”


    With Elvis’s help, Paul managed to sit up and took a sip of the water mixed with MindEase Elixir. The effect was immediate. His mind felt clearer, and his body felt more rxed. Paul exhaled deeply, ovee with relief. “I always heard the MindEase Elixir was miraculous, but I assumed those stories were just tall tales. It’s only after trying it myself today that I realize its true power.”


    Marissa pushed the box of pills towards Paul, then instructed, “Take one every ten days, no more than three a month. Overdosing could be fatal, causing you to vomit blood and die, while underdosing will prolong the recovery.”


    Paul eyed therge box of the costly pills and then turned to Elvis. “Please prepare a check for six hundred million dors for Dr. Riss.”


    Before Elvis could respond, Marissa interjected, “I’m giving you this box for free, Mr. Alvarado.”


    Paul looked surprised. “Although obtaining this box is as easy for you as getting popcorn, for me, it’s a rare treasure that money can hardly buy. You’re giving me so many all at once. I can’t just ept them without giving something in return.”


    Marissa shook her head slightly. “You’re not getting them for nothing. I have a favor to ask of you, Mr. Alvarado.”


    “Go ahead,” Paul responded, his tone indicating his readiness to help. Marissa then ced a photograph of Tiffany on the table. “Please help me find this person, Mr. Alvarado.”


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