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    As they plummeted to the floor, the world around them dimmed. They could have sworn they saw stars twirling before their eyes, apanied by a deafening buzz in their ears.


    Already grappling with several injuries, Wesson found himself abruptly ejected from his wheelchair, the searing pain nearly causing him to ck out.


    His injuries had never fully healed since meeting Marissa. Every time he started to recover, he would suffer another beating, adding new wounds to the old ones.


    He had never expected to endure such a brutal beating at the Peridot Consortium that day. Just a minute earlier, he’d been lost in his daydreams, picturing how winning the president’s approval could skyrocket his status.


    He fancied himself as asserting his dominance, putting Tiffany in her ce, and dismantling the Nash and Sanchez families she relied on.


    But in the blink of an eye, everything flipped. Instead of gaining the president’s favor, he managed to anger her. Completely at a loss for what to do next, hey there, bewildered.


    Sheppard was just as confused, trying to wrap his head around why the president suddenly decided to drop the hammer on them. Their hopes came crashing down in an instant.


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    But even though their ns had crumbled, they figured getting kicked by Xander and tossed out of the Peridot Consortium was the worst of it. Little did they know, a whole crowd was gathering around them, ready to pile on more punishment.


    Wessony there in agony, too wrecked to even groan. Meanwhile, using thest bit of his strength, Sheppard managed to croak out, “Ms. President, please have mercy! There’s been a huge misunderstanding. Let us exin!”


    Nearby, Sansa and A stood frozen like deer in headlights, utterly baffled by the president’s sudden wrath. But they knew there was no time to figure out why she was upset. They needed to find a way to diffuse her anger!


    Eyes wide with desperation, Sansa pleaded, “Ms. President, please don’t be mad! We promise Sheppard and Wesson didn’t mean any harm. We were just trying to propose two reliable subordinates to you.”


    A quickly added, “Exactly, Ms. President! Just give us a minute to exin. Sheppard has an incredibly valuable secret he wants to share with you!”


    Right after A stopped talking, Sheppard, enduring his pain, shouted, “Yes, Ms. President, I have a major secret about the Sanchez family that will capture your interest!”


    Marissa, whose gaze lowered as she sipped her tea, hadn’t nned to let Sheppard speak again. Her intent was clear: to teach him and Wesson a lesson they’d never forget, ensuring they wouldn’t dare to provoke the Sanchez or Nash families again.


    Upon hearing Sheppard mention a significant secret about the Sanchez family, she involuntarily paused, then slowly set her teacup down.


    Observing her reaction, Kevin’s subordinates halted their rough treatment of Sheppard and Wesson, awaiting further orders from Marissa.


    Since the secret concerned the Sanchez family, Kevin turned to Marissa and asked, “Do you need me to leave?”


    “No,” Marissa replied tersely


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