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    She offered a smile and agreed, “Sure.”


    That morning, Marissa had addressed Connor with biting sarcasm, but now her tone was tender, and she had smiled at him multiple times. This shift noticeably brightened Connor’s spirits.


    Domenic, Marc, and Terry, who had been quietly observing, exhaled in relief at this positive development.


    When the car pulled up at the restaurant, Connor lingered before stepping out, apprehensive about encountering someone familiar.


    Regrettably, his fears were realized. No sooner had he exited the car than he ran into an acquaintance.


    The moment Connor spotted a familiar face, he felt an overwhelming urge to disappear.


    If it had been just some random acquaintance, he could have easily brushed them off. After all, he never cared much for other people’s opinions.


    But this was his ny-year-old grandmother!


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    As their eyes locked, they were equally shocked.


    At that moment, Marissa stepped out of the car. Seeing their stunned expressions, she found the situation hrious and decided not to greet Arabe right away, opting instead to enjoy the spectacle.


    Domenic, Marc, and Terry also stood back, silently observing the scene unfold.


    Arabe was nked by Cade, her maid, and bodyguards. They all gaped at Connor, wondering why their imposing and domineering Mr. Connor Daniels had suddenly turned into a delicate pretty boy.


    Though shocked, Cade, the maid, and bodyguards kept their silence. Arabe, however, let out a scream as she recovered from her surprise. “Oh my God! Is this really my grandson?”


    Her exmation drew everyone’s attention.


    Connor, already mortified, felt even more embarrassed under so many eyes.


    “Ahem!” He cleared his throat awkwardly.


    He stepped closer to Arabe and whispered, “Grandma, what are you doing here?”


    “I’m here for lunch,” Arabe replied.


    As she spoke, her eyes continued to scrutinize Connor from head to toe.


    Connor wished he could vanish on the spot.


    Trained as the heir since childhood, he had always sported a simple hairstyle and donned ck suits and shoes.


    His image had been consistently serious, and his grandmother had always insisted he maintain a calm andposed demeanor.


    His frivolous new look today might tick off his grandmother — or so he thought.


    He braced himself, expecting his grandmother to criticize him or even give him a whack with her crutch, demanding he change back to his old look immediately.


    To his astonishment, after scrutinizing him from head to toe, his grandmother suddenly covered her mouth andughed. “You rascal, does my granddaughter-inw like you dressing this way?”


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