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    The driver nodded gently and replied, “Please go ahead.”


    Silver Fox snorted once more. “Inform your boss that he’s indeed ugly. I’ve never encountered a man as ugly as him.”


    With those words, she advanced toward Marissa. Behind her, the driver’s lips twitched, betraying his awkwardness. The CEO of the Hoffman Group, known for his aloofness, handsomeness, grace, and charm, was disparaged as ugly due to the issue ofpensation.


    Silver Fox showed no concern for the driver’s thoughts. Standing in front of Marissa, she curled her lips in a disy of annoyance andined, “I never expected the CEO of the Hoffman Group to be so devoid ofpassion. Son of a bitch!”


    Marissa looked at her with amusement twinkling in her eyes. “It’s quite peculiar. Though your driving skills don’t match mine, you’re still a top car racer. You should have been able to avoid that ident. How did you end up hitting Bu’s car?”


    Silver Fox gave a shrug. “Who knows? I did the calctions, but somehow I still collided with his car. Unlucky.”


    Marissaughed lightly. “It shouldn’t have urred, yet it did. There’s only one reason that makes sense.”


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    “And what might that be?” inquired Silver Fox.


    “It’s your destiny,” Marissa exined. “Fate intended for you to meet him this way. Even though your calctions were precise, it was fate that you would collide.”


    “Nonsense!” Silver Fox eximed, clearly annoyed. “Destiny? Absolute rubbish! If it was truly destiny, it wouldn’t be due to some mystical connection but rather a cursed one.”


    “Perhaps,” Marissa agreed with a nod, her amusement evident. “You both might indeed be bound by a cursed fate. It’s what brought you together after all. Hahaha.”


    “Enough already! Can you stopughing at my expense?” Silver Fox pped Marissa’s hand. “I’m genuinely hurting here. Just like that, I had to pay him $30 million. I can’t help but wonder how many perfumes I’ll have to sell to make that money back.”


    She paused for a moment, then questioned, “You mentionedst night that Bu is the man rissa loves. He’s grateful to her for saving his life and does his utmost to protect her, correct?”


    Marissa nodded affirmatively. “Yes, that’s right.”


    A gleam appeared in Silver Fox’s eyes. “So, he’ll support her when we make our move on Skytop Mansion?”


    “He certainly will,” confirmed Marissa.


    Silver Fox narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, rubbing her wrists. “Then leave that man to me. I’ll make sure he learns his lesson.”


    “No problem. But just a reminder,” Marissa said. “Bu was once a member of an international special forces unit and is quite the skilled fighter. You should be cautious and act within your capabilities.”


    Undeterred, Silver Fox curled her lips in disdain. “A special forces soldier, eh? Doesn’t matter. I’ve got a million ways to handle him.”


    Marissa didn’t respond but instead lowered her head to message Marc, requesting that he send someone to take care of Silver Fox’s motorcycle.


    While at the Doomsday Base, Silver Fox always wore a mask; thus, Marc and Terry were unaware that Silver Fox was actually White Mallow. Naturally, Marissa kept this a secret and merely told Marc that it was her friend’s motorcycle.


    Marc responded swiftly, “Understood, chief instructor. Should I send someone to fix it?”


    Marissa nced at the motorcycle, now shattered into pieces, and replied, “It’spletely wrecked. No need. Just sell it to the recycling center.”


    Marc answered, “Got it, chief instructor. I’ll have someone handle it right away.”


    After concluding the chat, Marissa looked up at Silver Fox, who was visibly upset. “Rx, let’s go inside. Bu has also entered the Daniels Group building. You might run into him again.”


    Silver Fox grumbled, “I’d rather not! He’s nothing but bad luck!”


    With a smile, Marissa led the way into the Daniels Group building.


    Upon reaching the front desk, they noticed several employees gathered around an elevator. Curious, Marissa asked one of them, “What’s going on?”


    The employee exined, “It’s quite unusual. The elevators here at Daniels Group are of high quality and are regrly maintained. They’ve never malfunctioned before.


    Yet today, one stopped mid-way, trapping Mr. Bu Hoffman, the CEO of the Hoffman Group, inside.”


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