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    rissa’s stomach churned. “Wait a second… you’re actually Dr. Finley? How did you manage to be such a remarkable scientist?” All this time, rissa had envied the elusive ck Mallow, who turned out to be Marissa, and it now revealed that Marissa was great in so many areas that she could never quite surpass her.


    Marissa let out a cold, dismissive chuckle. She didn’t even spare rissa a second nce. To her, rissa was never a rival, never a threat—just someone exhausting herself over a fight that didn’t exist.


    Everett’s expression darkened as his eyes locked onto Connor. “Every single one of my yacht crew is a trained fighter. rissa is among my best. And yet, you cut through them like a knife through butter. I have to admit, Mr. Daniels, I vastly underestimated you.”


    No one had ever seen Connor fight. He was known as a business mogul, a money-making prodigy who supposedly needed bodyguards because he couldn’t fend for himself. Everett had believed that too—until now.


    Everything Everett had learned about Connor painted him as a sharp businessman, not a fighter. But the man standing before him now was a whole different story—one that caught him entirely off guard. Connor chuckled, entirely at ease. “Oh, did I forget to mention? I go by another name—Lone Wolf.”


    “Lone Wolf?” rissa echoed, her voice barely above a whisper as she instinctively moved backward, fear shing in her eyes.


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    Lone Wolf was very famous. The mere thought of him brought back memories of that fateful night at Skytop Mansion—when he had flown in on a private jet to assist ck Mallow.


    She never in a million years imagined that Connor was Lone Wolf. Worse yet, he and ck Mallow had once been married.


    Taking on ck Mallow was already a nightmare. But with Lone Wolf in the mix? They could wipe this yacht clean without breaking a sweat. At the mention of Lone Wolf, rissa wasn’t the only one rattled—Everett’s expression flickered with unease. But as a man who had navigated the darkest corners of the underworld, he quickly regained hisposure.


    He studied Marissa and Connor, then let out a slow, calcting smile. “I see you two came prepared.”


    Marissa and Connor exchanged a look, a knowing smile passing between them. Their chemistry was effortless, their connection undeniable—so much so that they looked just like lovers.


    That sight alone made Everett’s blood boil. Jealousy wed at his insides, his expression twisting with something feral. He loathed the bond they shared. It made his fury burn hotter, his hatred run deeper. He wanted to erase Connor from existence. He wanted to kill Lawrence and Lindsay too, shatter everyst thread tying Marissa to Connor. But he knew today wasn’t the day—it couldn’t be. Not when he was up against ck Snake and Lone Wolf.


    These two were legends in the mercenary world—each one capable of toppling a small nation. Together? They were a force of nature, and his yacht was barely a speed bump in their path.


    No matter how he yed this, killing Connor today was out of the question. In fact, there was a good chance he would be the one caught instead.


    Thinking fast, Everett shot a look at rissa, a silentmand to call for backup from the sea—fast.


    Drifting in international waters meant his team wouldn’t arrive anytime soon. For now, his best bet was to stall—engaging Lone Wolf and ck Mallow head-on was a fool’s errand.


    Catching Everett’s cue, rissa sprang to her feet and bolted for the exit.


    But Marissa had sharp eyes and an even sharper aim. With a flick of her wrist, a small circr de sliced through the air—her signature weapon. rissa barely had time to react before she let out a strangled gasp and crumpled to the floor, knocked out cold.


    Everett’s stomach clenched. His gaze snapped to Marissa. “So, this is how it is? You and Connor teaming up to take me down?”


    Marissa’s lips curled into a slow, unreadable smile. “Maybe,” she said, her tone as smooth as silk. “Depends on how this ys out.” Then her expression hardened. “I only have one question for you. Where is Tiffany?”


    Marissa thought back to the events on Q’s cruise ship and concluded that Tiffany had either been kidnapped by Kim or had left with him willingly.


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