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    Even with his reservations about Connor, Paul maintained his decorum in Arabe’s presence.


    Standing next to Arabe, shielded by his grandmother’s presence, Connor felt a secret thrill.


    Yet, a strange unease crept in as he saw Marissa and Everett together.


    Arabe, smiling warmly at Paul, replied, “Tiffany has been diligently taking care of my health, and thanks to her, I’m doing wonderfully.


    She assures me that I’ll have a long life with her by my side.”


    Then, waving at Marissa, she said, “Tiffany,e here.”


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    Marissa approached with a cheerful smile.


    Arabe took her by the hand.


    “Let’s rx over there for a bit.”


    “Okay.” Marissa agreed, offering her arm to Arabe as they proceeded toward the sofa.


    Lawrence and Lindsay each seized one of Paul’s hands.


    “Grandpa, let’s go sit over there too.”


    “Alright,” Paul responded, his smile wide as he let the children lead him away.


    Paul was undeniably the focal point today.


    Wherever he went, others followed, inevitably leaving Connor and Everett in a quiet standoff.


    It’s often said that when rivals face each other, sparks fly.


    This was precisely the case with Everett and Connor, who recognized instantly that they were destined to be adversaries, not allies.


    While they both managed to keep their hostility covert in public, each was keenly assessing the other.


    Everett was painfully aware that Connor had orchestrated Arabe and the children’s visit to reim Marissa.


    They had sessfully taken her from his side just now.


    Despite this, Everett felt secure, fortified by the marriage contract Paul had made with his grandfather and the substantial favor the Nash family owed his family.


    He was confident in his stance in this battle for marriage.


    With only Everett and Connor remaining, the air was charged.


    Everett did not mince words.


    He let out a cold snort and delivered a sharp warning.


    “Connor, I advise you against wasting your time.


    No matter how much you strive for what is not yours, it will be in vain.”


    Connor met Everett’s icy gaze with equal disdain, his retort sharp.


    “The advice should be yours to heed, Everett.


    Don’t waste your efforts.


    No one can im what is rightfully mine.” Their brief exchange crackled with tension.


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