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    So, Connor kept quiet and followed Bu into the restaurant.


    Inside the private room, Marissa and Arabe were discussing the menu.


    When Bu entered and took a seat at the table, Marissa, looking guilty, asked, “Mr. Hoffman, are you joining us for lunch?”


    Bu nodded, “Yes, Connor invited me. He mentioned it was to apologize on someone’s behalf.”


    Connor’s lips twitched. He hadn’t said that, but since Bu was using him as an excuse, he chose not to argue.


    Marissa’s lips also twitched as she resigned herself to Bu’s presence.


    She handed him the menu, “Mr. Hoffman, please take a look and order whatever you’d like.”


    Bu declined the menu and said casually, “Miss Nash, as a doctor, could you order some dishes that won’t aggravate my injuries? Also, I need your help with something.”


    Marissa looked at him, puzzled. “Why don’t you ask her yourself?”


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    Bu smirked. “I’m afraid she might just deny everything.”


    Marissa was momentarily stunned.


    At that moment, she finally understood why Bu had located her so quickly. It was likely that, while she and Silver Fox were discussing their strategy, he had been semi-conscious and overheard their entire conversation.


    It felt as though she had been caught red-handed, and Marissa was deeply embarrassed.


    She managed an awkward smile and nodded, “Alright, I’ll pass on the message.”


    Bu smiled with satisfaction. “Thank you.”


    After a brief pause, Marissa added, “This was aplete misunderstanding. I hope you’ll be understanding, Mr. Hoffman.”


    Bu replied, “I understand. The stray dog intended to bite someone else, and I was the unfortunate victim of mistaken identity. Don’t worry. If she acknowledges her mistake and has a good attitude, I’m quite forgiving.”


    Marissa secretly recorded her conversation with Bu and sent it to Silver Fox.


    She added a text message, saying, “The matter has beenpletely exposed. Handle it as you see fit.”


    As soon as Marissa sent the message, Arabe, sitting next to her, asked in confusion, “Sweetie, can youmunicate with dogs?”


    “What?” Marissa was taken aback. She chuckled and replied, “Just sometimes.”


    Before Arabe could respond, Bu chimed in,


    “Arabe, your granddaughter-inw is truly remarkable. She knows medicine, can paint, fight, and evenmunicate with stray dogs to plot mischief.”


    Arabe didn’t grasp the context or the underlying implications, so she simply said, “I’ve always known my granddaughter-inw is exceptional. Those who call her in clearly don’t know her at all.”


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