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    Among his wards, Kevin and rissa were the closest to his heart.


    For an orphan like rissa, crossing paths with a kind-hearted savior during her darkest days was nothing short of miraculous. Under Paul’s care, both she and Kevin flourished, bing the embodiment of fortunate souls.


    Kevin, though a man of few words, felt a deep gratitude that was evident in everything he did. He revered Paul, not just as a guardian, but as a father figure.


    rissa’s gratitude was just as profound. She longed to be acknowledged as Paul’s daughter, to one day be able to call him “Father.”


    This longing consumed her heart, yet Paul remained distant on the matter. Despite giving her the finest things and securing a bright future for her, he withheld the familial bond she so desperately craved.


    This refusal became rissa’s deepest regret.


    She held on to the hope that her aplishments and hard work might someday soften his heart, allowing her to finally im the title of daughter. But life had other ns, and she found herself cast aside by Paul.


    Her pleas and tears fell on deaf ears. Paul sent Elvis to deliver a cold farewell—this was their final meeting.


    Returned to the ruins of BIO Grein by Elvis, rissa’s world crumbled.


    This was where her nightmare had started, where she had lost everything—where she had been orphaned and thrown into despair.


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    Rescued and raised by Paul, she had risen from that despair to heights of hope. She had enjoyed the finest clothes, cuisine, and education. Eventually, she ascended to be the president of the Peridot Consortium.


    Her life had once been a dazzling dream.


    Yet, in a cruel twist of fate, she found herself discarded, thrown back to where she had started—once again, a powerless orphan.


    As they parted, Elvis handed her a check, his expression somber. “Mr. Alvarado insists you take this,” he said. “He hopes it eases your path. Take care of yourself.”


    With that, Elvis and his entourage disappeared into the early morning mist.


    rissa remained standing in the quiet street, enveloped in solitude. The weight of loneliness pressed down on her, leaving her spirit hollow.


    It was a while before she nced down at the check in her hand.


    Five million dors.


    Paul’s final gesture—a five-million-dor farewell.


    The number mocked her as she let out a hollowugh. To most people, five million dors meant security, even a lifetime of opulence.


    But to rissa, who had once tasted the zenith of luxury and power, it was a mere pittance.


    With a scream of anguish, she copsed to the ground.


    The war-torn town around her was a ghost of its former self, with deserted streets and a chill in the air.


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