Chapter 469: Marissa was taken aback by Silver Fox's message, prompting her to hastily rise to respond. As she took a few steps, she remembered something and turned back.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Lawrence, Lindsay, go ahead and have breakfast with your dad and great-grandma. I need to attend to something urgent," she instructed.
"Okay, Mom!" the children replied in unison.
The children obediently followed Arabella and Connor to the dining room.
Alone on the sofa after they departed, Marissa quickly replied to Silver Fox. "What's going on?" Seconds later, Marc and Terry entered quietly. One of them inquired in a hushed tone, "Chief instructor, you seem troubled. Is something wrong? How can we assist you?" Marissa looked up at them. "That's not your concern." Stay tuned for more galAfter a pause, she added firmly, "You're now leaders of Connor's security detail, not mine. Your priority should be protecting him, not bothering me. Please leave!" Marc and Terry exchanged embarrassed glances. Of course, they knew what their priority was. But they were Marissa's devoted admirers. Whenever she was present, their gazes couldn't help but focus on her. She was like a ray of light amidst their darkness. They remained steadfast as her devoted followers.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMarissa's phone pinged once more. Silver Fox responded to her message. Just as Marissa was about to check the message, she noticed Marc and Terry standing still. Looking up, she commanded, "Leave! Don't stay here!" Reluctantly, the two departed. As they reached the dining room door, they encountered Domenic.
Domenic scrutinized their expressions and pulled them outside the house for a private conversation. Outside, Domenic inquired, "Why do you have flushed faces and greasy lips?" Terry chuckled. "We had a feast yesterday." Arching his eyebrows, Domenic asked, "With your heavy debts, how could you afford such a feast?" Marc lifted his head proudly. "We managed to pay off our debts yesterday. We're feeling relieved now." Domenic looked even more bewildered. "Half a billion dollars! You paid it off overnight? Did you rob a bank?" Terry chuckled once more, visibly delighted. “Our chief instructor met us last night. Upon learning about our financial crisis, she assisted us in clearing our debts." Domenic stared at Terry incredulously. "Did your chief instructor really give you 500 million dollars? Is she your birth mother?" "Ahem!" Marc cleared his throat proudly. "Even our birth mother wouldn't compare to our chief instructor. We've made a wise choice in following her." With these words, he gave Domenic a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Domenic, keep working on your debt. We can't share your misfortune any longer. When there's another celebration, you're welcto join us."
Domenic's heart raced with emotion. Before, he had believed he could bear the heavy burden of repaying then debts alongside the Bailey brothers. Now, he was the only one suffering through repayment, while the brothers had escaped hardship and were leading carefree lives. Domenic felt profoundly lonely. After a moment of silence, he inquired, "Marc, Terry, does your chief instructor require another devoted admirer?"
Marc and Terry instinctively glanced toward the house, recalling Marissa seated on the sofa. They shook their heads simultaneously. They believed their presence as super fans was sufficient for her; additional admirers were unnecessary. They were unwilling to share Marissa's favor with others.
Domenic felt disheartened. It appeared he would have to tread the lonely path alone. Unaware of the juvenile display by the three men, Marissa widened her eyes in astonishment upon reading Silver Fox's message