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    Watching the coastline recede and the darkening sea expand before her, Marissa felt no fear. Instead, she was filled with anticipation about meeting her sister, Tiffany. However, as the ne continued its lengthy flight without any sign of nearing Q’s cruise ship or preparing tond, Marissa began to suspect something was amiss.


    When Marissa realized the ne wasn’t heading straight to Q’s cruise ship, she remainedposed and carefully studied their route. She soon figured out why and couldn’t help but chuckle—Q was being overly cautious. He feared someone might track the ne, so it had been flying aimlessly over the open sea ever since they’d taken off.


    The detour had stretched on for a full ten hours. As time dragged on and the endless ocean below seemed no closer to any destination, Marissa couldn’t help but wonder whether the ne had enough fuel. Thest thing she wanted was to crash into the sea before ever reaching Q’s ship. Amused, she turned to the stoic man in ck leading the operation. “How long are we going to keep circling? Running out of fuel and ending up as shark food isn’t really part of my ns.”


    The man didn’t break his stern expression. He simply bowed and responded, “Miss Nash, please be patient. We willnd soon.”


    “Soon?” Marissa raised an eyebrow and nced out the window at the never-ending ocean. “Are we anywhere near Q’s ship?”


    “No. We’ll be transferring to another ne,” he replied matter-of-factly.


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    Marissa sighed, shaking her head. “Ten hours of flying in circles, and Q’s still worried? He must be terrified of death.” The man’s response was firm. “Mr. Q’s safety is paramount to the future of his research. Extreme caution is necessary.”


    Suppressing a smirk, Marissa thought to herself that these men had clearly been brainwashed, believing Q’s research would grant them some form of immortality. But she held her tongue and decided to go along with their charade—after all, she wasn’t in control of the flight. With a sigh, she said, “I’m starving.”


    The leading man immediately waved to a waiter, who promptly delivered a gourmet meal. Marissa epted it silently and ate with her usual grace. While she still had no clue where they were or how far they were fromnd, filling her stomach was the one thing she could control for now.


    As soon as she finished her meal, the leading man turned to her again. “Miss Nash, please prepare yourself. We’rending shortly.”


    Peering out the window, Marissa finally spotted an isted ind with a sleek private jet waiting on the runway. Within minutes, the ne touched down, and the leading man in ck escorted her to the new aircraft, where another group of men awaited.


    Once she was aboard the second jet, they took off. After another exhausting ten hours in the air, Marissa finally arrived at Q’s elusive cruise ship. By the time Marissa reached Q’s cruise ship, night had fallen again. She was uncertain about her exacttitude, but that was no longer her primary concern. What mattered now was that she was about to see Tiffany


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