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    Silver Fox’s words left Bu momentarily speechless. After a while, he turned to Silver Fox and said softly, “My bond with rissa isn’t what you think. She saved my life, and I owe her protection out of gratitude. That’s all there is to it.”


    Silver Fox wasn’t satisfied with this exnation and continued to taunt him. “I think rissa might be hoping you’ll repay her by marrying her. You might as well go for it. Both of you have ws, but you make quite a pair.”


    Bu responded earnestly, “I don’t have those kinds of feelings for her.”


    Silver Fox, caught off guard by his serious response, felt a bit embarrassed. Her taunt had clearly not gone as nned. She shrugged awkwardly and muttered, “Who wants to hear your exnation?”


    The rest of the group seemed to enjoy the exchange between Silver Fox and Bu, watching quietly. When the conversation concluded, there was a hint of disappointment in the air.


    After confirming that the discussion had wrapped up, the group began to stir. Xander, with a grin, said to Marissa, “Chief Instructor, rissa would rather face a pit full of snakes and scorpions than endure your punishment. Seems you’re scarier than those creatures to her. Hahaha.”


    Marissa couldn’t help but smile, her lips twitching in amusement. She hadn’t expected the enigmatic pit to be home to such menacing creatures.


    The pit was a veritable cauldron of poison. Anyone unfortunate enough to fall in and get overwhelmed by the creatures within would face a grim fate—either death by poison or agonizing pain.


    Marissa couldn’t believe that rissa would jump into this pit of venom to avoid her wrath. Did she seem more terrifying than a horde of snakes and scorpions?


    Reflecting on this, Marissa could only shrug in silence. It was obvious rissa had used this pit for meting out punishment before. Little did she know, she’d one day end up in it herself.


    However, rissa was no stranger to the pit. Shended gracefully on the central tform, where there was a wee absence of snakes and scorpions, sparing her from any immediate danger. With a sense of urgency, she began to frantically type away on her phone, likely begging her boss for rescue once more.


    Aelfric, having been unceremoniously tossed into the pit, didn’tnd on the safety of the tform but rather fell straight into the writhing mass of snakes and scorpions. The moment he hit the ground, he was attacked by the venomous creatures.


    Fortune favored him, though, as his quick reflexes and skills allowed him to fend off the attacks. He managed to scramble up and join rissa on the central tform.


    Given the pit’s depth, climbing out was beyond their reach without outside help. They were forced to remain vignt, continuously fighting off the relentless onught of snakes and scorpions trying to invade their temporary sanctuary.


    As Marissa nced at her watch, on the brink of asking when rissa’s elusive boss would show up, the thunderous roar of an engine suddenly shattered the silence. In the distance, a private jet came into view.


    At the sound, rissa looked up, astonished, and dered to Marissa, “ck Mallow, my boss has arrived. You’re going to pay the piper for your arrogance.”


    Marissa disregarded rissa and fixed her gaze on the approaching private jet, eager to finally meet the elusive boss.


    Everyone else also watched the jet in silence, their curiosity piqued as they eagerly anticipated the revtion of rissa’s boss.


    Before long, the jet touched down smoothly on the ground, but the door remained shut, and there was no sign of movement from within the jet.


    Marissa squinted, her eyes narrowing as she quietly scrutinized the ne. The windows were tinted to the point of opacity, keeping the interior hidden from view.


    However, the jet’s exterior left no doubt about its exorbitant cost—it was worth at least a billion dors.


    This unmistakably suggested that rissa’s boss was no ordinary person.


    While those outside couldn’t peer into the ne, those within had meticulously surveyed the scene outside. After a period of tense silence, the door finally swung open.


    A man who resembled a butler emerged from the jet, strode purposefully toward Marissa, and said with the utmost respect, “Ms. ck Mallow, my boss requests your presence on the ne.”


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