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    Yet, she was also terrified that rissa mightpel her to undertake tasks beyond her abilities.


    Sansa knew all too well rissa’s ruthlessness. Her generosity extended only as far as it was profitable. If Sansa proved useless, rissa would not hesitate to cast her aside.


    With a fluttering heart, Sansa stuttered, “Miss… Miss Byrd, what do you need from me?”


    rissa’s lips curled into a faint smile, one that looked especially sinister under the dim glow of the streetlight, sending an eerie chill down Sansa’s spine.


    rissa exined, “I want to continue our partnership. If you follow my instructions, I’ll reward you generously.” The prospect of a reward brightened Sansa’s eyes. “Miss Byrd, just tell me what to do.”


    “Good,” rissa replied with a pleased grin. She then added, “I have a task for you…”


    Afterying out the details, rissa presented Sansa with a check, tempting her with her tone, saying, “See this? Complete the task, and this check is yours.”


    Sansa peeked at the check. It was for 50 million dors. For someone who had been living as a beggar, this amount was staggering. Her heart pounded with excitement. However, she didn’t dare ept it, as she didn’t believe she could aplish the task rissa had given her.


    rissa had tasked her with rescuing A from Marissa’s hands so they could continue the previous virus experiments.


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    Finding a test subjectpatible with the virus was as difficult as finding a needle in a vast ocean. rissa was determined to reim A, seeing even a faint chance as worthwhile.


    Sansa had always believed that the Peridot Consortium was responsible for the virus experiments, with rissa simply carrying them out. So, she couldn’t understand why…


    rissa wanted to continue the experiments now that she was no longer connected to the consortium.


    Despite her doubts, Sansa knew better than to question rissa.


    Eyeing the 50 million-dor check with longing, she hesitated before expressing her concern. “Miss Byrd, Tiffany is now the president of the Peridot Consortium. How could someone like me, a beggar, possibly get A back?”


    rissa’s expression soured as she retorted, “A is your biological daughter. It’s natural for you to im her back. What are you scared of?”


    Seeing the displeasure etched on rissa’s face, Sansa instinctively shrank back, fear flickering in her eyes. But summoning every ounce of courage, she said, “Miss Byrd, I swear, I have no clue how Tiffany, that good-for-nothing, managed to rise to power overnight. She’s not just the new president of Peridot Consortium—she’s ruthless, downright merciless. Honestly, I’m terrified of her now and wouldn’t dare to cross her.”


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