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    As soon as Connor suggested helping Bu recover the 80 million, Marissa’s expression turned sour. Bu, on the other hand, looked at Connor with a hint of curiosity, encouraging him to continue.


    Ignoring Marissa’s disapproving look, Connor said to Bu, “You could marry that Elin you just met. Then the 80 million would essentially be money spent on your own wife, so you wouldn’t have to feel bad about it.”


    At this suggestion, Bu’s lips curled in a mix of amusement and annoyance. What an absurd suggestion! His heart was already taken. Despite years of searching without a trace of Silver Fox, he hadn’t given up hope.


    Furthermore, he was not the type to marry just for financial gain. He was the sort who would rather remain single thanpromise. If he couldn’t find the right person, he was prepared to stay single forever.


    Marissa scoffed, “Stop with the ridiculous ideas. Elin wouldn’t go for someone like Mr. Hoffman.”


    Connor chuckled and teased Bu, “See, even my brilliant idea falls t because she’s not into you.”


    Bu’s lips twitched again. “So she doesn’t like me, and I should like her? Only an idiot would marry her!”


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    With that, he snorted derisively and stood up to leave. But as he rose, he seemed to remember something and sat back down, turning serious. “Actually, I came here today to discuss something important.”


    Seeing Bu’s serious demeanor, Connor straightened up too. “What’s up?”


    Bu nced at Marissa and asked, “Could Miss Nash step out?”


    Marissa looked at Bu with an expression that said, “Who wants to stay?” She grabbed her snack bag and retreated to the lounge. Before she closed the door, she said to Connor, “I want to go to bed already. Make it quick.”


    Connor nodded understandingly. Bu’s lips twitched again. Couldn’t these two be more considerate of others?


    Once Marissa had shut the lounge door, Connor encouraged Bu, saying, “Go on.”


    Bu nced at the lounge door warily. “How do I know Tiffany isn’t eavesdropping?”


    Connorughed, then stood and led Bu to a small conference room, securing the door behind them. He reassured Bu, “Now you can speak freely. This room is soundproof. No one outside can hear anything, even if you yell.”


    Bu nodded, then dove right in. “I need information on the chief instructor of the Doomsday Base, ck Mallow.”


    Connor paused, then burst outughing. “I’m not connected to the Doomsday Base. How would I know anything about ck Mallow, their chief instructor? You’vee to the wrong guy.”


    “But you employ two bodyguards from the Doomsday Base, correct?” Bu pressed. “Mare and Terry have been with you for years. Surely, they have mentioned something about ck Mallow, right?”


    “They’ve brought up ck Mallow a few times, but only in passing,” Connor replied. “What exactly are you looking to find out about ck Mallow?”


    “I need to know who ck Mallow is and her current whereabouts,” Bu said.


    “I’m sorry,” Connor responded, “but I don’t have details on who ck Mallow is or where she might be now.”


    “Could you ask your two bodyguards?”


    “No, it’s no use. When ites to their chief instructor, ck Mallow, Mare and Terry would rather die than reveal anything.”


    At this, Connor looked at Bu with curiosity and asked, “Why are you so eager to find ck Mallow?”


    Bu paused, then met Connor’s gaze with a serious look. “Connor, do you know that Tiffany might be associated with the Doomsday Base?”


    Connor’s posture tensed, his face registering shock. “What makes you say that?”


    “Seeing your reaction, I take it you weren’t aware,” Bu said. “Despite Tiffany’s usual facade of being somewhat clueless, making it tough to imagine she’s linked to the Doomsday Base, I possess evidence that she’s deeply connected to it.”


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