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    After Charles issued themand, his subordinate Alex Archer quickly went to retrieve the surveince footage from the hotel lobby. Minutester, Alex returned with bad news. “Mr. Acosta, the surveince camera in the lobby is currently out of service and under repair.”


    “A bunch of losers!” Charles fumed, his anger so intense that he physicallyshed out, kicking Alex. How could the camera be out of order at such a crucial time?


    Deprived of the surveince footage, Charles was left to rely solely on his imagination to picture the events in the lobby. Unfortunately, his assumptions were far from urate. He viewed women as inherently frail, capable only of feeble attempts at fighting, like pinching or scratching. What strength could they really possess? The head waitress had reported that Tiffany had single-handedly taken down Kyler along with six of their men. Charles scoffed, convinced it was an exaggeration. With a disdainful purse of his lips, hemanded Alex, “Bring the Sanchez family to me!”


    “Yes, sir!” Alex responded and quickly left with a dozen men in tow


    Meanwhile, in the hotel lobby, after her confrontation with Kyler and the other six men, Marissa settled calmly on a sofa. Initially, Daryl and Shaun were on edge, but Marissa’sposure soon reassured them, helping them rx


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    After a while, the doors of two elevators opened in unison, and Alex stepped out, nked by a dozen men. As they entered, the atmosphere in the hotel lobby instantly became charged with tension. Daryl and Shaun stiffened, instinctively stepping in front of Marissa to shield her


    With a slight curl of his lips, Alex looked over at the trio with a cold gaze. “Who’s Tiffany?”


    Pushing past Daryl and Shaun to show herself, Marissa dered, “That would be me.”


    Alex’s eyes widened slightly in surprise when he heard her voice and saw her step forward. He had never met Tiffany before and knew little about her. When he heard from the head waitress that she had taken down Kyler and six of their men, he had envisioned her as a burly warrior. Looking at her delicate arms and legs, he mused that he could snap them effortlessly. Could she genuinely be as formidable as the head waitress said?


    As he pondered this, Alex nced dismissively at Kyler and the six men sprawled on the floor and sneered, “You losers!”


    Feeling the sting of humiliation from Alex’s derision, Kyler hurriedly said, “Alex, don’t underestimate her. This woman, Tiffany, she’s dangerous. Keep your guard up.”


    “Shut up!” Alex snapped, his foot striking Kyler with an impatient thud. “Pathetic! How did you get defeated by a girl? You’ve disappointed Mr. Acosta!”


    Kyler remained silent, too intimidated to respond


    Alex’s gaze turned icy as he shifted his attention to Marissa. “Mr. Acosta wishes to see you. Please, follow me upstairs.”


    Marissa dusted off her hands and confidently approached the elevator, with Daryl and Shaun following close behind. As several thugs moved to join them, Marissa held up her hand. “That’s enough. Don’te in.”


    She waved her hand dismissively in front of her face, adding, “Do you all live in a barn? It reeks here. I desperately need some fresh air.”


    Marissa’s blunt words left Daryl and Shaun sweating, surprised by her audacity. The thugs, used to instilling fear rather than experiencing defiance, bristled with anger. One thug, teeth clenched in fury, spat out, “You brat, do you want to die?”


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