?Chapter 552:
Marissa had awakened to the gentle sound of Connor typing on hisptop. As her eyes opened, she noticed him deeply absorbed in his work. She made no sound, content to simply watch him. His presence had a calming effect on her, making her sleep more restful.
Despite her medical expertise, this phenomenon puzzled her. Perhaps a theological schr could shed light on this mystery?
Connor, initially unaware of Marissa’s awakening, only realized she had been observing him when he finished a document and turned toward her. Her gaze was serene, and her demeanor was notably peaceful after a restful sleep.
He offered a warm smile and whispered gently, “Awake?”
Marissa nodded faintly, stretching slowly before picking up her phone to check her messages.
The first message was from Xander.
“Chief Instructor, my brother attempted to question Connor about ck Mallow’s identity today but came back with nothing. He’s quite upset.”
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Reading this, Marissa instinctively nced at Connor, her eyes flickering with thought. Bu’s attempt to discover ck Mallow’s identity likely indicated that Connor knew she was ck Mallow. With Connor’s astute intellect, he probably deduced this already.
Feeling Marissa’s scrutinizing gaze, Connor looked up and smiled. “What’s wrong?”
Marissa quickly averted her gaze and responded lightly, “Nothing.”
It was irrelevant whether he knew she was ck Mallow. As long as he did not meddle in her affairs with the Peridot Consortium, it was eptable. His decision not to disclose her identity to Bu indicated that he had not betrayed her.
She queried Xander, “Why does Bu want to know ck Mallow’s identity?”
Xander replied promptly, “For rissa’s sake. Bu is deeply concerned that rissa might suffer at the hands of the Doomsday Base, and he wants to meet with you, the Chief Instructor, to personally settle the matter. However, I informed him that negotiation is not an option.”
Marissa affirmed, “You responded correctly. Your message aligns with my stance. How did he react to that?”
Xander responded, “He urged me to tell you that under his protection, no harm woulde to rissa, not even from you, the Chief Instructor of the Doomsday Base. What should we do now, Chief Instructor? He will definitely interfere with our operations concerning rissa.
With his assistance, assaulting Skytop Mansion at night will be significantly more challenging. Don’t underestimate Bu; he is exceptionally capable.”
Marissa reassured him, “Do not worry. White Mallow has also arrived in Blebert and will participate in this mission.”
Xander sent a surprised emoji. “White Mallow is here?”
“Yes,” Marissa confirmed. “Bu is determined to aid rissa against me, but I’ve got White Mallow as my ally.”
Xander mused, “It’s uncertain who’s more formidable—my brother or White Mallow. I’m quite intrigued to see who will emerge victorious.”
Marissa smiled as she replied, “The oue will reveal itself when they sh. But right now, I have a task for you.”
“Chief Instructor, I’m ready for your instructions,” Xander said.
Marissa exined, “Given that your brother has openly sided with rissa against us, we must treat him as an opponent. We will dispense with the usual courtesies. I won’t physically harm him out of respect for you, but I won’t make his life easy either.”
“Understood,” Xander replied.
“Monitor Bu’s private jet closely,” Marissa continued. “We’ll use it for our raid on Skytop Mansion. This move will not only throw rissa off but also inflict a financial hit on Bu.”
Xander queried, “Should I cover arrangements for a backup pilot as well, Chief Instructor?”
“No need for that,” Marissa responded. “Both White Mallow and I can handle the piloting. Just secure ess to Bu’s jet.”
“Got it, Chief Instructor,” Xander confirmed.
After concluding her conversation with Xander, Marissa turned her attention to the message from Silver Fox.
Upon reading it, she abruptly sat up, her face registering shock
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