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    Marissa felt she had lost a great deal. She had fought hard for the identity of “ck Snake,” and now that her reputation waspromised because of Connor, she believed he owed herpensation. She wasn’t about to be shy about it or settle for less than she deserved


    Therefore, in front of everyone, she dered confidently, “Since you, Mr. Daniels, are willing topensate, how about you pay me the 2-billion-dor bounty that was supposed to be paid by Amiri?”


    The mention of 2 billion drew immediate reactions from Domenic, Marc, and Terry. No wonder she already had ten billion dors at 18. Apparently, making money was simple for her! Previously, she had casually taken 500 million from Connor, and now she was demanding 2 billion. If she continued to make such requests, her wealth would skyrocket!


    The trio felt this was unfair to their boss. Domenic and Marc remained silent, but the candid Terry couldn’t keep his peace. He blurted out indignantly, “Miss Nash, don’t you need toplete the task to receive Amiri’s 2 billion? Mr. Daniels’s head isn’t just up for grabs. Whether you abandon the task or not, wouldn’t it still be a failure?”


    “Really?” Marissa responded with a knowing smile. As she spoke, Connor suddenly doubled over in pain. Domenic quickly inquired, “Mr. Daniels, what’s wrong?”


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    “He’s poisoned,” Marissa stated calmly. Domenic, Marc, and Terry were stunned and bombarded her with questions


    “What poison?”


    “When did this happen?”


    “Did Paul do something behind our backs?”


    Marissaughed. “If Paul wanted him dead, he could have just ordered his men to shoot him on the Sunrise. Why would he bother with poison?”


    “Then how…?” Terry was still perplexed


    Marissa looked at him challengingly. “I poisoned him, just now.”


    “Just now?” Terry’s confusion deepened. “We didn’t see you do anything.”


    “When I, ck Snake, want someone dead, would I let anyone see it?” Marissa retorted. “Do you still dare to im I’d fail my mission even if I didn’t give it up?”


    Terry was left without a reply. Landen chuckled. “Even though Mr. Daniels is Lone Wolf and not easily taken down, he wasn’t on his guard against my boss. She could behead him anytime!” Domenic and Marc nodded in agreement. They recognized that Marissa truly deserved that 2 billion; it was only fair that Connorpensated her to save his own skin


    Connor found the situation both irritating and amusing. “Just to prove to this fool that you deserve my 2 billion, you poisoned me? Did you consider how I might feel?”


    “It’s not like it would kill you,” Marissa responded quietly


    “But my stomach really hurts!”


    Feeling a tad embarrassed, Marissa handed Connor a pill. “Take this, and the pain will stop.”


    Connor quickly swallowed the pill and washed it down with some water, feeling relief from the pain soon after. Once he felt better, he didn’t scold Marissa for the poisoning. Instead, he fixed a stern gaze on Terry. Startled, Terry instinctively stepped back. His boss was clearly upset with him for interfering!


    He chastised himself internally for getting involved. Mr. Daniels and Miss Nash were clearly handling their own conflict; why had he felt the need to step in? Domenic and Marc were relieved they had kept quiet, realizing they could have been the targets of Mr. Daniels’s displeasure


    Turning his attention away from Terry, Connor wrote out a check for 2 billion and handed it to Marissa. Without hesitation, Marissa epted the check and tucked it into her bag


    Landen watched in awe. “Boss, I didn’t realize making money was so simple for you. No wonder you already had ten billion at 18!”


    Marissa responded coolly, “It’s not always this straightforward. It’s rare to find gullible fools like this one.”


    Domenic, Marc, and Terry were taken aback by her frankness. At this, Connor’s expression darkened immediately


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