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    After speaking, she approached the cliff’s edge and peered down. It had been over a decade since Brian jumped off the cliff. The river was still deep, the crocodiles still lurked, and Marissa’s heart remained forever bound to that spot.


    The horrific scene reyed in her mind relentlessly. Tears streamed down, falling off the cliff edge like pearls. Through her sobs, she said, “Dad, I’m Marissa. Your daughter has grown up. I can protect myself and our family now. Don’t worry. I’ll look after everyone you cared about and loved.”


    At that moment, her phone rang. She wiped her tears and checked it. It was a message from Q.


    Q asked, “Have you seen that video?”


    Clenching her teeth, she responded, “Yes.”


    Q continued, “Marissa, please don’t despise me. I didn’t get involved in forcing your father’s death. I actually respected him a lot.”


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    With a bitter smile, Marissa replied, “Even if you weren’t directly involved, you belong to the same sinister organization. You are an aplice.”


    Q replied, “Ah, it seems you’re justified in feeling that way. If you need to hate me, go ahead. To offer some sce, I have something else to tell you…”


    Despite the overwhelming hatred surging through her, Marissa forced herself to maintainposure, determined not to crumble like Brian had. She calmly replied to Q, “Is it you?”


    Q responded, “Do you know why our boss didn’t go after Brian’s wife and daughters after he jumped off the cliff? Why he spared your family?”


    A sudden realization struck Marissa. The pain had clouded her thinking, but Q’s words sparked a flurry of possibilities in her mind.


    Q continued, “Your father was once the most brilliant scientist in our organization. Our boss held him in high regard and valued him immensely.


    When he heard your father had fallen from the cliff and been devoured by crocodiles, our boss couldn’t ept it and ordered a recovery operation. He insisted on proof of your father’s fate. Alive or dead, he demanded to see him, even if all that remained was a bone.”


    Anxiously, Marissa inquired, “And what was found?”


    “Nothing,” Q replied.


    “Our boss deployed the most skilled salvage team avable to scour the river, an area spreading over hundreds of square kilometers. They considered every conceivable scenario, analyzing each possibility meticulously.


    Unfortunately, not even a fragment of your father’s clothing was found. You’re incredibly perceptive, Marissa. You must have some thoughts on this, right?”


    Marissa’s mind raced. “You’re suggesting there’s a chance he could still be alive?” she asked.


    Q exined, “Given the results of the salvage, our boss had to consider the possibility that your father might still be alive. That’s why he didn’t harm your father’s family. He values your father’s talent and fears it.


    If your father survived, he could potentially join a more powerful organization and seek revenge. He refrained from harming you all to keep a potential way out for himself. Considering this, our boss changed his base and address and erased any information your father could use against him, fearing his return.


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