?Chapter 633:


    When Marissa squatted down by the stall, the vendor greeted her with a warm, enthusiastic tone. “Ten dors each. Pick whichever you like.”


    Marissa responded with a smile and then lowered her head to make her selection. The stall disyed an array of small trinkets, each one distinctively crafted. There were handcrafted pendants, intricately carved wooden dolls, and several particrly captivating porcin figurines.


    Among them, one porcin figurine immediately drew Marissa’s attention. It portrayed a chubby man with apact body and an oversized face, his mouth wide open in a heartyugh, disying two rows ofrge teeth, and sporting an exaggeratedlyrge beard.


    Despite its somewhat rough appearance, the figurine had a certain endearing quality, in stark contrast to Connor’s handsome yet reserved demeanor.


    Marissa lifted the figurine, imagining presenting it to Connor. The thought made her chuckle softly. She was curious about how Connor would react.


    At that moment, Silver Fox joined her at the stall. Seeing Marissa holding the chubby man figurine andughing, she inquired curiously, “Are you buying that?”


    “Yes,” Marissa confirmed with a nod.


    Explore new stories gα?ησν??s.c?m


    “Wow!” Silver Fox couldn’t help but exim, “Did your taste diverge so much? Where do you n to put this? Wouldn’t it be unsettling to have it staring at you if you ced it by your bed?”


    With a mischievous grin, Marissa replied, “I’ll give it to Connor.”


    Silver Fox let out augh. “You’re nning to give this to the richest man in Blebert? Are you sure he won’t just discard it after one nce?”


    Marissa tilted her head, pondering briefly. “He probably won’t. When I bought Connor a modest three-dor breakfastst time, he savored it enthusiastically. Given his appreciation for simple joys, he’s likely to enjoy this quirky desk ornament just as much.”


    Silver Fox nced at Marissa, amusement in her eyes, but chose not to persuade her otherwise. Instead, she quipped, “I can’t quite grasp the dynamics between you two.”


    Marissa, unaffected by the teasing, was about to make her purchase when Lawrence and Lindsay darted over and crouched beside her.


    “Mom, these trinkets are adorable. I want one too,” Lindsay dered.


    “Mom, I want one too,” Lawrence chimed in.


    Marissa regarded the two children with a fond smile. “Alright, choose whichever you like. Mom will buy them for you.”


    With their mother’s permission, the two children eagerly began their selection. Noticing their excitement, Silver Fox found herself drawn in. “I think I’ll get one too.”


    She decided to pick one out as a token of gratitude for Bu, who had allowed her to use his card that day. If not for witnessing Marissa purchase such an unconventional gift for Connor, Silver Fox would never have considered buying a modest ten-dor trinket for a financial tycoon like Bu.


    But reasoning that if Connor, the wealthiest man in Blebert, could appreciate such a gesture, then surely Bu, with lesser riches, would ept it graciously.


    Silver Fox made her choice quickly. However, Lawrence and Lindsay were still deliberating. They found each trinket at the stall irresistibly charming and were indecisive about which to pick. Marissa waited patiently, allowing the children to make their own choices without any urging or suggestions.


    Suddenly, a voiceden with sarcasm floated down from above. “Oh, who do we have here? Isn’t this the wife of the richest man in Blebert?”


    Looking up, Marissa recognized Sansa, whom she hadn’t encountered in some time, standing there with an air of arrogance.


    Thest time Sansa and her daughter A had crossed paths with her, they had been reprimanded under Remy’s orders and unceremoniously expelled from the party. Sansa’s family, fearful of Remy’s wrath, had subsequently disowned them, leaving them to wander the streets in destitution.


    Today, however, Sansa had cast aside her destitute appearance. She was d in an upscale designer dress, her hair styled into voluminous waves, and she was bedecked with glistening jewelry that mored for attention around her neck and wrists.


    Marissa pursed her lips as she took in the sight of Sansa, a mixture of pity and disdain stirring within her.


    It appeared that rissa had indeedpensated Sansa handsomely to coerce her into trading her daughter A for drug trials. Sansa had seemingly spent the money without any remorse.


    As Marissa was lost in thought, a dashing young man rushed towards them, a cup of coffee in hand. He presented the drink to Sansa with a fawning demeanor. “My dear princess, here’s the coffee you requested.”


    His excessively sweet tone grated on the ears. Nearby, Silver Fox, who was helping the children select trinkets, turned her head sharply upon hearing the voice.


    To her astonishment, she recognized it as her ex-boyfriend, Emst. What a surprisingly small world it was


    .


    .


    .


    .