?Chapter 463:
Xander, feeling like he was the teacher’s favorite student, straightened up, his voice taking on a softer, sweeter tone. “Go on, Chief Instructor, I’m all ears.”
Marissa’s lips twitched involuntarily. What started as a serious discussion had turnedical, courtesy of Xander’s naive enthusiasm.
“Ahem.” She cleared her throat, her amusement evident. She then adopted a stern tone as she continued her instructions. “Listen, I’ve mentioned that Marc and Terry are part of this mission, but you mustn’t go seeking them out willy-nilly.
More crucially, keep your identity under wraps until the operation kicks off to avoidplications. Also, it’s vital that Aelfric remains in the dark about our ns. I simply don’t trust him.”
“I can’t stand that bastard either!” Xander eximed. “Back at the Doomsday Base, Aelfric was always a thorn in my side. I can’t quite exin it, but something about him was always off!”
Their secret meeting wrapped up around two in the morning. After Xander departed, Marissa checked the time and decided it was time to head back to Daniels Manor. Firstly, she knew she wouldn’t sleep well unless she was close to Connor.
Secondly, she worried about how Lawrence and Lindsay were faring on their first night with the Daniels family.
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Upon reaching the manor, she parked her motorcycle away from the main building and killed the engine, opting to walk the rest of the way to avoid waking anyone. The patrolling guards saluted her as she passed, and she acknowledged each with a nod.
As she approached the main building, Marissa spotted Rita poised at the doorway, eagerly awaiting her arrival.
“Boss!” Rita eximed with a smile.
“How are Lawrence and Lindsay doing? Have they settled in okay?” Marissa inquired.
“They’ve been doing great, boss! They really like this ce. They spent a long while chatting with Mrs. Arabe Daniels before they headed off to bed. Now, they’re sleeping like logs,” Rita responded warmly.
Marissa couldn’t help butugh. Those two little ones were truly heartless. They seemed to have no longing for their previous home with the Sanchez family, who had taken good care of them. Instead, they’d adapted swiftly, as if they had always been part of the Daniels family.
Still, they were her niece and nephew, and she was determined to dote on them.
With a shrug, she continued on her way to Connor’s house. Expecting everyone to be asleep, she walked softly. But to her surprise, upon entering, she found Marc and Terry in the yard, basking in the moonlight.
They had arranged a small feast on a table—roast chicken, grilled meat, dried fish, prawns, and several side dishes—and were deeply engrossed in conversation. The yard was perfumed with the savory scents of their meal.
Upon noticing her, they promptly stood and greeted her enthusiastically, “Chief Instructor!”
Marissa clicked her tongue and whispered sharply, “Keep it down!”
Marc and Terry quickly scanned their surroundings before lowering their voices. “Miss Nash, you’re back.”
Eyeing the table, Marissa teased them, “Midnight feast instead of sleeping?”
Both Marc and Terry wore sheepish expressions. Terry chuckled. “It’s been ages since we’ve had decent food. Once we start, we just can’t stop. Sleeping is thest thing on our minds.”
Marissa remembered something Xander had said and couldn’t suppress a smirk. “Take it easy, guys. Don’t eat so much you end up with indigestion!”
Marcughed heartily. “We didn’t buy all this for ourselves. We got some for Domenic, too. He’s been having a rough time as well, but he’s out on an errand for Mr. Daniels tonight, so he’s missing out.”
“Alright then, enjoy your meal. I’m off to bed,” Marissa said, turning away.
As she made her way towards the building, she noticed Connor standing on the steps, watching her with a piercing gaze. Her heart raced. She wondered if he had overheard her earlier conversation with Marc and Terry, particrly when they referred to her as the Chief Instructor.
Was her secret identity as ck Mallow, the Chief Instructor at Doomsday Base, in jeopardy?
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