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    I sought Remy’s help, believing it would end you. I even traded my body for his help. But then, it was revealed that you and his father share the same master, and he abandoned me.


    I finally wormed my way into the good graces of the Peridot Consortium’s president, sacrificing my future to do so, convinced it would be your undoing. But, lo and behold, you usurped her and took her ce! How did you do it? Hahaha.”


    A’sughter then filled the air, a sound that was more tragic than joyful.


    “Tell me, Tiffany, how many more secrets do you have? Each time I seek more powerful allies, will you reveal even more formidable roles? Huh?”


    Marissa observed A with a calm detachment, understanding yet not feeling sympathetic for her cousin’s breakdown.


    She had no sympathy for someone who had always plotted against her own sister.


    As A’s tirade came to an end, Marissa responded evenly, “A, I doubt you’ll find another powerful ally willing to help you.”


    “What do you mean?” A inquired, her eyes red and swollen.


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    “Do you intend to kill me? Killing is against thew! You can’t seriously think you can just flout thew and kill someone, even if you are the president of the Peridot Consortium, right?”


    “Of course, I’m not going to kill you,” Marissa replied calmly.


    “It’s not because murder is illegal but because I have no desire to tarnish my hands by killing someone as despicable as you.


    You’re too insignificant to warrant such an action. However, you did poison my mother, and I can’t just overlook that. You won’t die, but you will face consequences.”


    A wave of anxiety washed over A. “What proof do you have that I poisoned your mother?”


    With a coldugh, Marissa said, “You covered your tracks well, leaving no solid evidence behind. But I know it was you, and that’s all I need. I won’t rely on thew to exact my revenge, I’ll handle this myself. Be prepared to face my wrath!”


    No sooner had Marissa finished speaking than shended a forceful kick, sending A tumbling to the floor.


    “Ahh!” A screamed as a sharp pain shot through her.


    Everyone present, except for Xander, was unaware that Marissa was both the mercenary queen, ck Snake, and the chief instructor, ck Mallow, of the Doomsday Base. Even Kevin perceived Marissa as a frail woman.


    With her stunning visage, lithe figure, and alluring voice, Marissa was presumed to be delicate.


    Even when she shattered a table with a single p, they assumed the table had a defect and she had struck the weak point.


    When Marissa floored Sansa and A with a p, they believed the women were simply too fragile. After all, many could be knocked down with a well-ced p


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