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    He gave Silver Fox a yful pinch on the cheek, then asked softly, “Do you need me to arrange for a pilot?”


    “Not necessary. I’ll handle the flying myself,” Silver Fox said confidently. “I’ll use the jet parked at the Crystal Hotel. I’m familiar with that one.”


    “Wait, you’re going too?” Bu asked, his confusion evident. “Can you at least clue me in on what you’re going to do in Cher Snain?”


    Bu believed that if ck Mallow and White Mallow of the Doomsday Base were both taking action, it must be for something significant, prompting his question. However, Silver Fox didn’t give him a straightforward answer.


    As she headed toward the door, she said, “We’re off to scout some pretty boys. I’ve heard the pretty boys in Cher Snain are all the ragetely.” By the time she finished her sentence, Silver Fox was already at the vi’s entrance.


    A mix of amusement and annoyance flickered across Bu’s face as he discarded his apron and hurried after her. Just as Silver Fox was about to step outside, Bu caught the back of her cor, yanking her back inside.


    “What are you doing?” Silver Fox asked.


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    “Are you really going on a trip to find pretty boys?” Bu chuckled. “Mrs. Hoffman, do you think I’d let you—”


    Silver Fox wriggled free from his grasp and frowned. “Come on, don’t waste my time. It’s really urgent.”


    Bu gestured at her attire with a teasing smile. “As urgent as it may be, surely you don’t intend to go out in your pajamas, right? Maybe consider a change of clothes first?”


    It was only then that Silver Fox realized she was still in her pajamas and hadn’t tidied herself up at all. With a sheepish grin, she dashed upstairs, firing off a quick text to Marissa: “ck Snake, the private jet’s ready. Meet me at the Crystal Hotel.”


    After a rapid transformation in her room, Silver Fox came back down, now fully dressed and ready. To her surprise, Bu was also dressed and holding car keys, prepared to leave.


    Seeing her descend the stairs, he offered, “I’ll drive you to the Crystal Hotel.”


    Touched by the gesture, Silver Fox said, “Thank you.” Together, they exited the vi and got into the car.


    As soon as Silver Fox buckled her seatbelt, Bu handed her a neatly packaged food box. “Have breakfast on the way,” he suggested warmly.


    Silver Fox was touched by his gesture again. She had grown up in the Hinks household, where she faced constant mistreatment from Emilee and her mother, andter, her grandmother sent her to the Doomsday Base, so such kindness was foreign to her.


    She had always been fiercely independent, so Bu’s care was a novel and heartwarming experience. epting the food box, she felt a surge of warmth spread through her. She opened it, pulled out a slice of bread, and began to eat. “Thank you, Bu,” she said sincerely.


    As she finished, he handed her a ss of milk, his voice soft. “It’s a man’s duty to care for his wife. No need for thanks. If you feel grateful again in the future, a kiss would suffice.”


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