?Chapter 672:


    “Didn’t you mention that your role as vice president was merely nominal, with a high sry but no real authority? Why are you so busy today?” Marissa asked, her messageced with a light-hearted tone.


    “rissa ced me in this position to please my brother. Truthfully, she never trusted me, always keeping her guard up. However, the new acting president has taken to treating me as the actual vice president, which exins the sudden surge in my responsibilities,” Xander exined.


    “Go on with your tasks then. I can go upstairs by myself. Besides, it’s time you toughen up. I have a new role for you to take on,” Marissa typed back.


    “What position are you considering for me, Chief Instructor?” Xander inquired eagerly.


    “With Aelfric dismissed from the Doomsday Base, no one’s leading our Blebert branch. I want you to take charge there,” she replied.


    “Chief Instructor, do you truly have that much faith in me?” Xander responded, his message apanied by an excited emoji.


    “Work diligently. I expect you to not let me down,” Marissa replied.


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    “I will never let you down, Chief Instructor!” Xander pledged.


    After her exchange with Xander, Marissa stored her phone away and proceeded toward the elevator. However, a sudden burst of conversation caught her attention.


    She turned to see several familiar faces swiping their cards before getting in.


    The new arrivals were none other than the mother-daughter duo, Sansa and A, who had vowed the previous day to use the Peridot Consortium to exact revenge on Marissa. Following closely behind them were Sheppard and Wesson. All four harbored simr intentions.


    Wesson’s injury had not fully healed, leaving him confined to a wheelchair, pushed by a burly bodyguard. Despite his condition, he had spruced himself up for the meeting with the president of the Peridot Consortium. His hair was neatlybed, and he was dressed in an expensive suit, looking more spirited than ever.


    As they entered, there was an unmissable air of confidence about them.


    A, in particr, had undergone a dramatic transformation from her usual mboyant self.


    Known for strutting with her chin held high and unting her perceived authority, today was different. Dressed in a simple ck suit with minimal jewelry, she seemed poised for confrontation at a moment’s notice.


    Her characteristic arrogance remained, but she was no longer as shallow as before. She seemed colder and more vicious, her lips tightly sealed, speaking only when absolutely necessary, with her gaze fixed straight ahead.


    It was clear that rissa had exerted significant effort in shaping her, and A had unquestionably embraced the transformation.


    Meanwhile, Sansa had barely changed. Draped in opulent, finely tailored attire, every step she took had a seductive sway. Her eyes sparkled with disdain, her stuck-up expression clearly broadcasting that she thought she was better than everyone else


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