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    She had fallen into his trap and given him exactly what he wanted. Overwhelmed by frustration, she kicked him without thinking. Her usual method of punishment was to aim for his shins, knowing they were two of the most painful ces to strike. After all, for someone as well-trained as he was, hitting other areas wouldn’t have much impact. The habit was deeply ingrained, and today she naturally went for one of his shins again.


    Although her movements were quick, Connor, with his reflexes, could have dodged but chose not to. He sat there, still grinning, as her foot connected with his leg. When her kicknded, he let out a cooperative groan and inhaled sharply. He evenined in a teasing tone, saying through gritted teeth, “You cruel woman.”


    Though the words seemed like aint, his tone was more yful than serious. Marissa could no longer tolerate his demeanor. Her face turned crimson, her heart pounded, and she couldn’t bear to look at him any longer. She flung the car door open, jumped out, and mmed it shut, shutting him outpletely.


    Once outside, she took several deep breaths, inhaling the fresh air to calm herself. After a moment, she noticed Domenic, Marc, and Terry standing nearby, watching her with amused, knowing expressions. At that moment, Marissa’s hair was tousled from sleep, and her face and ears were still flushed with embarrassment. She didn’t need to guess that her appearance had sparked all kinds of spection among them.


    She wanted to exin, but it seemed pointless, and she didn’t know how. Feeling even more humiliated, she snapped at them, “What the hell are you looking at? Keep staring, and gouge your damn eyes out!”


    Domenic, Marc, and Terry flinched, quickly lowering their heads and looking at the floor. This reaction was not what Marissa had expected, and she felt even more frustrated and exasperated. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and hurried away.


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    As she walked, she pulled out her phone and noticed the messages from Q. Q had sent Marissa numerous messages that amounted to over a dozen. Yet, none of them held much significance. Most of the content consisted of his concern for her well-being. He feared that she might be severely impacted by what had happened to her father, potentially leading to depression and disrupting his intentions of utilizing her for his own schemes. Some of his messages were unintentionally entertaining, taking on the tone of a life coach, offering sincere advice.


    After going through all of Q’s messages, Marissa responded with a frosty smile, “I’m ready to take your advice and join forces with you.”


    Q replied, “Have you really made up your mind?”


    Marissa answered, “Yes, you’re correct. Although you’re affiliated with the shady organization, you’ve never harmed my father. We have no deep-rooted animosity or unresolvable conflict. In fact, our coboration is necessary.”


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