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    “Auntie, it was me who asked Xander to take Tiffany to the Crystal Hotel,” Connor said.


    Allyson looked perplexed.


    Connor continued, “Yesterday, I had a meeting with Bu at the Crystal Hotel, and Tiffany needed to be there with me. However, I was tied up with something else at the time. Xander happened to go there as well, so I asked him to take her.”


    “Why did they end up shopping then?” Allyson inquired.


    Connor grinned. “Xander’s driving is so bad, he ended up in a ditch. He was aplete mess, so they stopped at the mall to buy some new clothes.”


    Allyson found this exnation reasonable.


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    She murmured, “No wonder Xander was driving a wrecked car in the photos.”


    Her tone suggested she believed Connor’s exnation.


    Then, looking at Marissa, she said, “Tiffany, Connor said he likes you and doesn’t want a divorce. Although I’m his aunt, it’s not my ce to meddle. But you must behave and abide by the rules, as his wife.”


    Marissa raised her eyebrows, indicating her reluctance. The life of a wealthydy was foreign to her; she cherished her freedom too much.


    Allyson pressed on. “You used to have a bad reputation and have done a lot of outrageous things, but I’ll overlook that. I’ll find someone to teach you proper etiquette. You need to learn hard. You can’t afford to embarrass Connor.


    The most important thing is to avoid other men and gossip. As Connor’s wife, your duty is to protect his reputation. Do you understand?”


    The corners of Marissa’s mouth twitched. She was not ustomed to being lectured and taught in this manner, and she certainly wasn’t eager to start learning the rules of high society. Yet, she couldn’t openly disagree with Allyson.


    Allyson, noticing Marissa’s silence, grew irritated. “Did you hear me, Tiffany?”


    “Fine,” Marissa responded curtly.


    Allyson was clearly not pleased with such a tepid reaction but restrained her frustration. She sighed deeply.


    Finally, she stood up, resigned. “Arabe, I’m heading back now. Take care.”


    Arabe, who had been visibly tense during Allyson’s visit, brightened immediately. “Okay, take care, Allyson.”


    “Auntie, I’ll walk you out,” offered Connor.


    Marissa, out of politeness, also got up to apany them.


    Allyson shot Marissa a cold nce. “Connor, just you. I have more to discuss with you.”


    Marissa, relieved, echoed Arabe’s parting words with a smile. “Mrs. Brit, take care.”


    The more Allyson looked at Marissa, the more dissatisfaction she felt.


    Connor walked out of the door with her. Both Marissa and Arabe exhaled in relief.


    Arabe grimaced, her voice tinged with frustration. “Allyson always makes me feel so down. If it wasn’t for her looking after Connor when he was younger, I would’ve definitely had it out with her by now.”


    Marissa smiled reassuringly at Arabe. “Now that she’s gone, let’s not talk about her behind her back.”


    Arabe snorted. “She keeps bringing up Connor’s mother. It’s—”


    “Let’s drop it,” Marissa suggested, helping Arabe to her feet. “You’ve had a long day, what with the argument at the Sanchez family’s ce and hosting Mrs. Brit. You must be exhausted. Let’s get you to bed.”


    Arabe did look worn out. She yawned as she ascended the stairs with Marissa’s support.


    As they walked, she told Marissa, “Don’t mind what Allyson said. You don’t need to change. I love your free-spirited nature. Just stay as you are.”


    “Thank you,” Marissa replied, her smile warm and genuine.


    Meanwhile, outside the building, Connor was seeing Allyson to her car.


    Allyson paused, her expression serious. “Connor, there’s something important I need to tell you about your parents. You need to listen carefully. It’s very important!”


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