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    As she epted the document Connor handed her, Marissa realized that he hadn’t intentionally kept information from her. He had been waiting for this document to arrive.


    Eagerly, she tore open the envelope and extracted its contents. Contained within was a blueprint of a house. ncing at the house’s name atop the page, she couldn’t help but whisper, “Skytop Mansion?”


    “Yes,” Connor nodded. “You may have heard of it. It’s perched atop Mount Skytop in Bleberts’ western suburbs, 1500 meters above sea level, hence the name. Hardly anyone knows its owner. All they know is anyone who can afford such a ce must be wealthy and influential.”


    Marissa squinted. “Is the owner rissa?”


    “That’s right,” Connor confirmed. “I’m not sure how rissa managed to secure thatnd, but constructing a mansion atop Mount Skytop without revealing her identity speaks volumes. Mount Skytop is treacherously steep, with no essible roads to its summit.


    rissa travels to and from Skytop Mansion via private helicopter. The mansion boasts state-of-the-art security and rigorous guard protocols. It’s essentially a fortress. Even a bird entering would struggle to leave.”


    Marissa understood. Connor’s implication was clear: rissa kept her most valuable possessions at Skytop Mansion, making theft nearly impossible. But as ck Mallow, the chief instructor at the Doomsday Base, she couldn’t back down from a challenge.


    Giving up would mean conceding defeat to rissa, and that was out of the question.


    Putting away the document, Marissa turned to Connor and said, “Thanks.”


    Then she rose to her feet and headed for the door. “I’ve got ns for tonight, so I won’t be back.”


    Connor’s brow furrowed. “Where are you off to? You’re not nning to raid Skytop Mansion tonight, are you?”


    Without looking back, Marissa waved dismissively. “Not tonight. I’m not prepared yet.” With that, she exited the house.


    Connor sighed. He could never rein her in! Sometimes, having such a formidable wife wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. He never had the opportunity to assert himself even a little.


    After leaving Daniels Manor, Marissa returned to her quaint flower shop on Vintage Street, changed into her ck Mallow attire, and departed once more. En route, she pinged Marc and Terry with a location. “Meet me here!”


    Marc and Terry were covertly snacking on pickles when ck Mallow’s message arrived. Excitedly, they abandoned their food. After a quick, hushed discussion, they sought permission from Connor.


    Connor had been seated on the living room sofa, staring nkly since Marissa’s departure. When Marc and Terry entered, he regarded them with a weary gaze. He looked at his two top bodyguards—they seemed fragile. How could he rely on them for protection?


    Realizing they no longer measured up as Mr. Connor Daniels’s bodyguards, Marc and Terry were even more cautious in their approach. Terry dared not speak, so Marc, gathering his courage, said:


    “Mr. Daniels, we’d like to request some time off.”


    “Granted!” Connor responded promptly.


    Marc and Terry were taken aback. Normally, Connor would inquire about their reasons for needing time off. Why wasn’t he doing so today?


    Recognizing their confusion, Connor let out a sarcasticugh. “Look at you two, standing there like a pair of losers. Does it really matter to me whether you take leave or not?”


    Marc and Terry exchanged awkward nces, biting their lips. Before they could utter a word, Connor waved them off. “Just go! Take as many days off as you need. Just spare me your scum faces!”


    Terry felt profoundly remorseful and wanted to apologize to his boss. But before he could speak, Connor cut him off. “Don’t worry! Your sry will stille through, so you can take care of your families. Now, go!”


    Marc and Terry departed with flushed faces, their shame palpable, heading straight to meet ck Mallow


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