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    Silver Fox pondered for a while before speaking up. “ck Snake, I came across a betrothal contract at King’s. Your name was on it, suggesting it was your betrothal.”


    Marissa’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean by King having my betrothal contract?”


    Seeing Marissa’s puzzled expression, Silver Fox added, “Baffled, right? So was I when I stumbled upon that paper. I only got a nce while at King’s for a meeting; I didn’t scrutinize it or anything. I have no idea where that contract came from or who penned it.


    But your name was definitely on it. I didn’t catch the name of the guy you were supposedly engaged to, though.”


    Marissa rolled her eyes, dismissing the matter entirely. She had spent her whole childhood in Adagend, living as an insignificant vige girl until she turned fifteen. Then she followed King to the Doomsday Base and made a name for herself. Yet, no one connected her to that vige girl from her past.


    Before returning to Blebert, she hadn’t even known about her family’s elders. Who could have arranged an engagement for her? Even if King wanted to orchestrate her marriage, he would need her approval. King had no right to decide her future partner.


    Deciding to brush off the matter, Marissa preferred not to dwell on it or have Silver Fox overthink it. “So, whatever you saw, it’s nonsense. You know how Old Peacock loves to stir the pot. He probably concocted that contract out of sheer boredom. Don’t waste your energy on it.”


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    “You’re probably right,” Silver Fox agreed with a nod. King of the Doomsday Base was infamous for his mischievous antics. She knew there was no need to worry about something she’d only caught a glimpse of.


    Silver Fox gave a knowing smile. “Hey! Are you sure you and Connor didn’t be a real thing, ck Snake?”


    Remembering how Connor had teased her the night before, Marissa blushed instantly. Still, she put on a casual front and denied it. “That’s impossible.”


    Silver Fox looked a bit let down. “Why not? It’s Connor! You share a bed with such an amazing guy every night, and you don’t feel anything for him? Even if it’s a fake marriage, you can’t tell me there’s no spark! Just act like a real couple and enjoy yourselves!”


    Embarrassed, Marissa smacked Silver Fox on the forehead in frustration. “Shut up! Do you even listen to yourself? If you keep this up, I’ll sew your mouth shut.”


    Silver Fox rubbed her sore forehead, deciding not to push it any further. “I was just joking. Why are you so upset? You never used to be like this. Since when did you decide jokes were off-limits?”


    Marissa was done with that topic and quickly changed the subject. “Where are you nning to stay while you’re in Blebert?”


    “I don’t have a ce yet. I thought I’d crash wherever you’re staying!” Silver Fox replied casually. “So, I’m heading to Daniels Manor with you.”


    “Absolutely not,” Marissa refused immediately. “Connor and I are in a fake marriage, and I have no idea when we’ll get divorced. It feels weird to have you tagging along. Find your own ce, please.”


    With two kids who weren’t part of the Daniels family already living there, Marissa couldn’t bear the thought of adding her best friend to the mix.


    Silver Fox shrugged in resignation. “Fine.”


    Marissa shot her a sharp nce and continued, “Now pack up and go.”


    “Alright,” Silver Fox replied. As she gathered her things, she asked, “Where are you headed, ck Snake?”


    “To the Daniels Group,” Marissa replied. “I need my sleep aid. I’m nning to catch up on some much-needed rest.”


    “You’re going to sleep with Connor?” Silver Fox perked up immediately. “In that case, I’ming with you!”


    Marissa found Silver Fox’sment strange. What did she mean by “sleeping with Connor”? Yet she couldn’t deny it, as she was, in fact, relying on him to help her fall asleep more quickly.


    She realized they weren’t thinking of the same thing, but she suspected Silver Fox was intentionally making it sound inappropriate. Not wanting to argue, Marissa asked irritably, “What business do you have at the Daniels Group?”


    “I have some matters to attend to there,” Silver Fox replied.


    Amused, Marissa looked at her. “You sell perfumes. What possible business could you have with a high-techpany like the Daniels Group?”


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