?Chapter 671:


    When Connor heard what Marissa said, his face darkened, his expression filled with shock as if he had just witnessed a natural disaster.


    He couldn’t fathom that Marissa, who was also ck Snake, the queen of mercenaries, and ck Mallow, the chief instructor at Doomsday Base, would admit to liking vibrant boys. How could she, of all people, say something like that?


    What kind of taste was that?


    Connor even pictured Marissa sitting and kissing such a young man, and the thought gave him goosebumps, filling him with anger.


    She was his wife. The thought of her being close to any other man was unbearable, even in his imagination.


    Overwhelmed by jealousy and rage, he suddenly found the food in front of him unappetizing, and even the milk hard to swallow. He felt a pressing need to talk to Marissa and realign her sense of aesthetics.


    But Marissa didn’t give him a chance to speak. She ignored his somber expression, stood up, and walked away.


    He watched her leave in silence, not touching his food, feeling as if he were choking on something, nearly unable to breathe.


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    Marissa was oblivious to the turmoil she had caused.


    She walked briskly, radiating satisfaction, confident that Connor wouldn’t dare to challenge her again.


    After leaving Daniels Manor, Marissa headed to her quaint flower shop to get ready before going to the Peridot Consortium.


    She had no desire to be the president of the Peridot Consortium. She would have declined Paul’s offer if it weren’t for the need to contact Q and gather more information.


    Previously, rissa had shrouded herself in mystery, her appearance known only to her trusted subordinates.


    Now, with the senior members of the Peridot Consortium changing and all of rissa’s trusted subordinates recalled by Paul, none of the current members at the meeting knew what rissa looked like.


    Considering rissa’s reasons for her secrecy, Marissa decided it was prudent to keep her own identity hidden as well, especially since she was unfamiliar with the internal dynamics of the Peridot Consortium.


    She dressed distinctively for the asion, opting for a ck business suit. Her hair was rolled up, and a mask covered her face—a stark contrast to her usual casual andfortable style. This disguise ensured that anyone not intimately familiar with her would fail to recognize her.


    Marissa arrived at the Peridot Consortium by taxi, wearing modest attire. Upon her arrival, a security guard approached to halt her, but as she leisurely showed her QR code for scanning, the guard promptly stepped aside.


    Soon, she sessfully entered the Peridot Consortium’s building.


    Just then, she received a message from Xander: “Chief Instructor, have you arrived?”


    She responded promptly.


    “The meeting for the new president is set in the meeting room on the top floor. You can head up directly, or wait for me—I’ll escort you after I handle an urgent matter,” Xander informed her


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