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    Bu had shed his usual aloof and domineering CEO demeanor. He appeared as a wounded man, having swapped his customary ck suit for simple casual clothes, with a thick bandage wrapped around his head.


    Marissa vividly remembered thatst night, Silver Fox had struck Bu’s head, causing a gash that, based on her medical expertise, required at least ten stitches. The thick bandage was likely covering that wound.


    Aside from the bandage, Bu’s face was bruised and swollen, with a woman’s faint fingerprints still visible.


    Marissa sighed silently.


    Encountering Silver Fox had been truly unfortunate for him.


    On the first day they met, Silver Fox swindled Bu out of eighty million dors. The next day, she took a secondary card from him.


    By the third day, he had been brutally beaten by her. Could Silver Fox be the misfortune that gued Bu’s life?


    As Marissa looked at Bu with his head wrapped in a bandage, she was at a loss for words.


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    Bu, however, disyed no hint of sadness or anger. Instead, he seemed rxed and even greeted Connor and Marissa with a cheerful smile.


    Connor, surprised, was about to ask what Bu had endured to end up in such a condition. But upon noticing the faint traces of a woman’s fingerprints on Bu’s face, he wisely decided to stay silent.


    Bu had been beaten by a woman.


    For someone like Bu, it was hard to believe that a woman could get so close to him. Even if he was drunk, he would be able to defend himself, and it was unlikely that he could be so severely beaten by a woman.


    But Bu had indeed been beaten by a woman, which suggested only one thing: he had allowed it to happen willingly.


    Connor was intrigued. For someone as reserved and distant as Bu, what woman could make him sopliant?


    While Connor was deep in thought, he quickly stepped forward and scrutinized Bu.


    Connor and Bu had been close friends for years, and a single nce was enough for Connor to understand the situation and wisely refrain from asking questions.


    Arabe, however, did not know Bu as well. At ny years old, she couldn’t grasp theplex reasons behind his condition. After examining Bu’s sorry state, she asked in surprise, “Bu, what happened to you?”


    Bu greeted her politely, “Arabe, it’s been a long time.”


    Then, touching the wounds on his face, he exined with a smile, “Nothing serious. I was bitten by a stray dogst night.”


    Connor and Marissa both suppressed their reactions.


    Arabe, however, seemed to believe Bu and scrutinized him further before she asked, “Where did you encounter such a fierce stray dog? I’ve heard from Connor that you’re quite skilled in fighting. How could a stray dog bite you like this?”


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