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    Marissa blinked, caught off guard by Bu’s deration. She hadn’t expected such raw emotion from him. For someone to pledge everything for Silver Fox, his feelings had to run deep. A love like that didn’t blossom overnight.


    “Mr. Hoffman,” Marissa said carefully, “have you known her for a long time?”


    Bu nodded, a bittersweet smile flickering across his face.


    “Yes. She went on a mission with me once. She doesn’t remember me, but she’s been in my heart for many years.”


    Marissa listened, and in that moment, Bu’s actions made sense.


    “Mr. Hoffman, I think it’s best if you return for now. I promise, whatever happens, you’ll be the first to know.”


    Bu hesitated briefly, then gave a small nod.


    “Alright. Thank you.”


    As Bu left, his footsteps echoing faintly in the hall, Marissa sat in silence, piecing together the puzzle. After a moment, she summoned Landen.


    “I need to tell you something important,” she began, her tone grave.


    Landen rarely saw Marissa looking so serious. She was usually the one to handle things with ease. Noticing her serious demeanor, Landen instinctively tensed.


    “What’s the matter, boss?”


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    Marissa went straight to the point.


    “Haven’t you always wondered what happened to Silver Fox after our team disbanded?” She looked at Landen seriously.


    “She’s moved into our house,” she added.


    “Moved into our house?” Landen’s eyes widened in surprise, then a realization struck him.


    “Is Miss Swain, who arrived today with arge suitcase, actually Silver Fox?”


    “Indeed,” Marissa confirmed.


    “That exins why her way of speaking sounded familiar.” Landenughed.


    “I could tell she was a charismatic woman even over the inte. In person, it’s certain.”


    After a moment, he asked, “But why are you so serious when mentioning Silver Fox?”


    Marissa responded, “Our close ally, my best friend, Silver Fox, might now be a puppet of that shady organization.”


    Landen was shocked once again.


    “She’s involved with that organization?”


    Marissa shook her head.


    “I suspect she’s like Tiffany, imnted with a chip since childhood. They left her alone before, so she appeared normal. But now, she may have been summoned by them.”


    “Why would that organization suddenly summon her?” Landen asked.


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