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    Everyone, including Sansa, was taken aback. Her crying abruptly ceased as she looked up at Marissa in stunned disbelief. After a brief moment of eye contact, Sansa’s body tensed, and she instinctively recoiled, her eyes wide with fear.


    Sansa was genuinely frightened of Marissa’s methods, still haunted by the psychological scars from their past encounters. In fact, she hade to the Nash family’s residence today with considerable reluctance.


    Marissa’s methods of dealing with Sansa had left her deeply intimidated. Sansa feared Marissa’s tactics profoundly, especially now that Marissa had be the president of the Peridot Consortium. Even though Sansa knew Marissa had imprisoned her daughter, A, shecked the courage to confront her and demand A’s release.


    So why did she suddenly create amotion at the Nash family’s residence on the day Paul returned?


    It was because she believed her life depended on it.


    After being severely punished and warned by Marissa’s associates at the Peridot Consortium to keep in line, Sansa didn’t dare step out of line again. By sheer fortune, she managed to slip away from Marissa’s control and found herself begging under a bridge.


    Life under that bridge was harsh. She struggled daily to find enough food and was frequently harassed by other beggars.


    As time passed, Sansa had no clue how long her dire situation wouldst and deeply regretted ruining her previous life of opulence as the Nash family’s hostess.


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    Had she not been so haughty and overbearing, particrly in her treatment of Tiffany, which provoked Tiffany’s bacsh, perhaps she wouldn’t be in such a desperate plight. Even without power, she might have retained afortable life.


    However, thinking of her daughter, A, sparked a flicker of hope. Since A had been injected with a virus by rissa, she had been growing progressively stronger. Sansa clung to the hope that A would be powerful enough to save her, allowing her to return to her former luxurious lifestyle.


    In this mix of suffering and hope, an old acquaintance discovered Sansa.


    It was a dark, stormy night. She was huddled asleep under the bridge when suddenly someone kicked her. Assuming it was just another beggar picking on her, she instinctively moved aside.


    She had only taken a few steps when the person who had kicked her called out mockingly from behind, “Where do you think you’re going, Sansa?”


    Recognizing that voice, Sansa stopped dead. It took her a moment to muster the courage to turn around.


    It was rissa.


    Sansa was bewildered as to why rissa was no longer the president of the Peridot Consortium or what had be of her. She had assumed she would never encounter rissa again, yet there she was, seeking her out.


    Sansa felt a mix of excitement and fear.


    Excitement, because rissa had previously been a generous patron, showering her with wealth as long as sheplied. Seeing rissa again was akin to discovering a treasure trove.


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