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    Bu continued to smile and exined earnestly to her, “It was an exceptionally fierce stray dog that attacked me while I was drunk.”


    “Oh!” Arabe nodded in understanding. “Bu, you should cut back on drinking. Alcohol only leads to problems, as your experiencest night shows. When you’re drunk, even stray dogs might take advantage of you.”


    “Arabe, you’re right, I’ll be more cautious going forward,” Bu replied with a smile.


    At this point, Connor asked, “What brings you here?”


    Bu cast a significant look at Marissa before he casually replied, “I’m here for a meal and to coincidentally run into ck Snake.”


    However, it wasn’t purely coincidental. Bu had been lurking in a corner outside the Peridot Consortium’s building, following them all the way here.


    Upon hearing Bu’sment, Connor paused and instinctively looked at Marissa. Noticing her look of deep embarrassment and guilt, Connor pieced it together.


    Last night, Marissa had hurriedly left after receiving a call from White Mallow. It turned out that it was White Mallow who had beaten Bu up.


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    Connor found himself at a loss for words.


    Marissa turned her face away, her cheeks burning with a flush of embarrassment. She was avoiding eye contact with Bu.


    Her confusion was palpable. She followed how Bu connected the muscle rxant to ck Snake, but the leap from that to identifying her as ck Snake was baffling.


    Though her mind churned with questions, Marissa knew this wasn’t the moment to voice them. Silence was her shield.


    Arabe, confused by the mention of ck Snake, scolded Bu with a mix of concern and irritation.


    “You’re being ridiculous. You just got bitten by a stray dogst night, and now you’re chasing after a ck snake? Aren’t you worried you might get bitten by it too?”


    Bu chuckled and tried to amuse Arabe. “Arabe, rx, Connor’s got my back. If ck Snake tries anything, she’ll have to deal with him first.”


    Connor, with a faint smile, quickly shifted the conversation. “Grandma, let’s go inside and have lunch.”


    Marissa, feeling the awkwardness stretch, gently took Arabe’s arm. “Grandma, let me help you to the table.”


    As the women moved away, Bu turned to Connor, his voiceced with mockery. “So, did you dress up like this to win over your wife?”


    “Ahem!” Connor cleared his throat, shifting ufortably before retorting, “What’s wrong with trying to make my wife happy? It’s a lot better than getting bitten by a stray dog, like you did.”


    “Ahem!” Bu, equally unsettled, coughed and grumbled, “If your wife hadn’t provided that muscle rxant, I wouldn’t be in this sorry state.”


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