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    Arabe cast a quick look at Marissa, feeling a deep connection with her. Their shared passions and mutual empathy made them kindred spirits.


    With a gentle smile, Arabe forwarded the video to Marissa.


    The moment the video was sent,ughter erupted between them, rich and full, marked by a shared sense of mischief.


    To express her appreciation for Arabe’s warmth, Marissa began painting a portrait of her.


    When shepleted the portrait, Arabe’s joy was palpable. She held the artwork close, cherishing it dearly.


    Admiring the painting, Arabe let out a reflective sigh. “I’ve had two dreams in this life: to witness Connor getting married and starting a family, and to be immortalized by my idol, Only. Today, both dreams stand fulfilled.”


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    Marissa responded with a yful grin, “Grandma, today isn’t your best look. Let’s keep this portrait as a start. On a day when you’re feeling vibrant, we’ll dress you up, enhance your beauty with makeup, and I’ll paint another one.”


    She added thoughtfully, “In fact, why not make this a regr event? I could paint you periodically, giving you a gallery of moments to reminisce over.”


    Overwhelmed, Arabe eximed, “Oh, my! To think of using the renowned Only for this, some might say I’m misusing such talent.”


    Marissa giggled, dismissing the worry. “No, they’ll be nothing but envious!”


    Arabe let out another heartyugh. “Hahaha.”


    The evening unfolded with the two women immersed in conversation and painting, the room buzzing with warmth and energy. They even dined there, their dialogue weaving through the meal as they enjoyed each other’spany.


    After dinner, they lingered in conversation until Arabe, visibly worn out, drifted off to sleep while holding onto Marissa’s painting.


    Once Arabe wasfortably asleep, Marissa quietly left the room.


    She stepped outside and realized it was alreadyte at night.


    As she walked, Cade approached her and said, “Mrs. Tiffany Daniels, Mrs. Arabe Daniels wanted me to remind you, before she forgot herself, that you should stay here tonight. She’s hoping to have breakfast with you and discuss some important matters in the morning.”


    Marissa was rendered speechless. Did it mean that despite her extensive talk with Arabe, Arabe had skirted around any important matters?


    It was clear to her that Arabe didn’t want her to go and was eager to see her first thing in the morning.


    Given Arabe’s frail condition today, Marissa decided it was best to stay.


    As she had been staying at Connor’s house since she moved into the Daniels Manor, she hesitantly made her way there.


    Though unaware of the full extent ofst night’s havoc, she assumed Connor had likely had some people clean up during the day. It probably wasn’t too disastrous now.


    Yet upon arriving at the house, Marissa was taken aback.


    The main gate was demolished, now just a sad remnant lying to the side. The yard was a disaster area, strewn with what were once valuable calligraphy works and paintings, now shattered alongside other decorative pieces. None had survived intact.


    Most distressing of all was the sight of the one-of-a-kind Rolls-Royce worth 180 million dors, now with a broken window and a front tire missing.


    Marissa was utterly astounded by the scene before her. Thewn’s toppled rockery, a demolished front door, and a sofa along with a window from the second floor were strewn across the ground.


    Under the mingling glow of moonlight andmplight, the once elegant and peaceful house now appeared as if ravaged by a natural disaster, casting a deste shadow over everything.


    Stunned, Marissa muttered to herself, “Did I really cause all this destruction while sleepwalking?”


    She quickly estimated the damages at about three billion dors. This massive sum meant she would have to return every penny she had ever taken from Connor, plus interest.


    In the yard, Domenic, Marc, and Terry stood silently, looking on.


    Marissa noticed the three appeared pale and worn, as if they had been deprived of food.


    She contemted feigning ignorance about her sleepwalking, but Domenic quickly dispelled such thoughts.


    After she inspected the damage, Domenic approached and questioned, “Miss Nash, do you realize you have a sleepwalking issue?”


    Marissa was left without words.


    It was clear Domenic would never pose such a question without Connor’s directive. The intent was undoubtedly to press her into admitting what she wished to deny.


    With a sense of resignation, she asked, “Did I really do all this in my sleep?”


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