?Chapter 782:
Sensing her irritation, Bu could no longer contain hisughter. “Ha ha…”
Silver Fox, fuming, felt a strong impulse to hurl the te at his face. Yet, Bu’sughter continued unabated, erupting with all the mirth he had stifled on their way here.
Silver Fox took a quick look around, realized the setting was all wrong for a scene, and forcibly subdued her desire to throw the te. Instead, she bit furiously into her bread and snapped, “Justugh yourself to death.”
Eventually, Bu’sughter subsided, but he couldn’t resist a jibe. “I don’t think you’re a pig. You eat more than a pig.”
Silver Fox stayed silent.
Was this the moment to fling the te? Just as her temper almost got the better of her, she noticed the red mark already on his face. She held back her hand once more.
She had already roughed him up earlier. This time, she decided to let it slide aspensation. Her hands stayed still, but her anger simmered on, pushing her to verbal jabs.
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She took another fierce bite of her bread and threw out a challenge. “What? Can’t afford to keep me because I eat a lot? If that’s the case, just say it. There’s still time for me to find a man who can.”
“Of course I can afford it,” Bu replied, his smile oozing charm. “I’ve given you my secondary card. That’s basically handing over all my cash. Eat all you want. You could eat for a hundred years, and I’d still support it.”
“Humph!” Silver Fox snorted dismissively, shot him a re, and kept on eating.
She admitted to herself that her appetite wasrge and felt no embarrassment about it. Pleasing her stomach was her greatest joy.
Bu stopped teasing her and began eating, too. As they finished, he observed that her appetite was thrice his own. This girl was unchanged from the past; her capacity for food was vast.
He recalled their past mission where he had teased her for eating more than a pig. It was only after getting to know her that he appreciated the endearing nature of a woman who enjoyed her food.
However, despite her hearty eating, she never put on weight. She remained trim and elegant, her figure superb.
After a satisfying meal, Silver Fox rxed and stretched contentedly.
Bu watched her and suggested with a smile, “Shall we go?”
Her mood lightened, Silver Fox didn’t resume their earlier squabble. She stood and left the restaurant.
Bu quickly followed her out.
No sooner had they departed than the hotel staff began to buzz with whispers, treating the news of the Hoffman family leader’s marriage as if it were a breaking headline.
Silver Fox and Bu hadn’t even reached the top-floor presidential suite before the news reached the entire staff of the Pce Hotel, climbing its way to the hotel executives.
Given Bu’s prominence, his personal life naturally drew public interest. The hotel executives wasted no time in reporting this juicy tidbit to Connor.
It was just past seven in the morning. Connor had finished his breakfast and was about to head to the office when he received the update.
ncing at Marissa, who was still seated at the dining table, he remarked, “Bu got married. Were you aware?”
“What?” Marissa looked up, clearly taken aback.
She pressed her lips together. “What does his marriage have to do with me? I couldn’t care less.”
Marissa had spent the previous nightboring over making the fake chip and had only just managed to sit down for her breakfast, weary and preupied with the need to deliver the fake chip to Q at the Blue Shield Bar.
“Ahem!” Connor cleared his throat with a hint of amusement. “Do you want to know who he married?”
“No,” Marissa responded firmly.
Connor’s eyebrow arched. He pondered how she would react upon discovering that her close friend had tied the knot with Bu.
After a brief pause, he ventured again, “I think I should tell you.”
“There’s no need.” Marissa cut him off.
Connor tried again. “Are you certain you don’t want to know?”
Marissa responded not with words but with a stern re that silenced him.
She quickly finished her meal, changed her clothes, and left for the Blue Shield Bar alone
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