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    However, Marissa’s n was thwarted just as it began to take shape. As she contemted sneaking onto the private ne, ir had already approached and handed over the chip to the man waiting by the aircraft. The man exchanged a few brisk words with ir before turning and boarding the ne. His bodyguards followed swiftly, shutting the door behind them.


    Marissa could only watch helplessly as the ne taxied away, eventually soaring into the sky and shrinking to a mere dot before vanishing from sight. As she gripped the steering wheel tightly, her lips formed a thin, straight line. Her eyes burned with a mix of regret, disappointment, and anger.


    “Ma’am, aren’t you here for your friend? Why don’t you move forward?” the driver inquired, breaking into her thoughts.


    Snapping back to reality, Marissa managed a wry smile. “Actually, that ne is carrying my husband’s mistress. If I had confronted her, it would have ended in a scene.”


    “Ah.” The driver nodded, epting her exnation before adding, “It seems your husband has strayed. But honestly, chasing after him is like holding onto a rotten cabbage. Best just throw it away.”


    Marissa chuckled, a n forming in her mind. “You’re right. Let’s head back.”


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    As they turned towards the city, Marissa’s gaze lingered on ir, who remained in the distance. ir, so bold as to spy within Windsoul Robots, must now brace for the consequences. Q probably hadn’t anticipated her discovery about ir today. With this new leverage, Marissa was confident she could uncover Q’s hideout. And once she did, she vowed to dismantle Q piece by piece.


    Intent on revealing her findings about ir to Joziah at the Daniels Group, Marissa was about to set off when her phone rang. It was Silver Fox.


    “Well, ck Snake, there’s something I need to tell you,” Silver Fox began cautiously.


    Marissa responded coolly, “What is it?”


    Silver Fox continued, “It’s about Bu…”


    Marissa’s mood was already sour, and the mention of Bu only fueled her irritation. “Why is it always Bu? I’ve been pestered by his name all day. Didn’t I clearly say I didn’t want to hear anything about him?”


    “But,” Silver Fox said timidly, “this is serious. I have to tell you about it.”


    “Hah!” Marissa scoffed dismissively. “I heard from others that Bu got married today. Why should that matter to me? I’m not one of his fans obsessed with celebrity gossip. Why bring this to me?”


    “I know you’re fed up with hearing about Bu,” Silver Fox said with a hesitant tone. “But this time, it involves me, so I need to tell you.”


    Marissa let out a derisiveugh. “Didn’t I make myself clear yesterday? Keep your Bu-rted problems to yourself.”


    Silver Fox quickly shifted gears. “Alright, I won’t bring him up again. But, ck Snake, could we meet? I’m feeling really lost right now and could use some guidance.”


    Marissa’s expression softened slightly, and she agreed this time. “Fine. I’ll meet you at the Pce Hotel.”


    After concluding the call with Silver Fox, Marissa drove the taxi to the Pce Hotel. Upon arriving at the Pce Hotel, Marissa parked the car and nced over to see the driver asleep in the passenger seat, clutching the day’s earnings.


    A smirk yed across her lips at the sight—it must have been one of the easiest shifts for him, earning money whilefortably dozing off. With a gentle touch, she nudged the driver awake, smiling warmly. “Sir, we’ve arrived. I’ll return the taxi to you now.”


    Startled, the driver blinked away his sleep, his initial surprise melting into a sheepish grin. Marissa offered no further conversation as she opened the door and stepped out of the taxi. Her footsteps were confident and purposeful as she made her way into the grand entrance of the Pce Hotel, ready for the next part of her day.


    Upon reaching Silver Fox’s room, she knocked lightly. The door opened swiftly, and Silver Fox weed her into a room filled with the aromas of a well-prepared meal. Having been busy all morning, Marissa was famished. She sat down and began to eat without hesitation.


    Silver Fox watched her for a moment before speaking up carefully. “ck Snake, I—I’m married…”


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