NovelEnglishChapter 507: Connor spoke with a cold, sarcastic tone, “Look at how you treat Black Snake. If people didn't know better, they'd think she's the one paying you a million and two hundred thousand dollars a year. Maybe they'd even mistake her for your boss!" Marc and Terry felt a chill run down their spines. Even without turning, they sensed Connor's piercing gaze fixed on them. Both men instinctively tensed and slowly turned to face Connor, letting out nervous chuckles.
Connor, with a bun in hand, leaned casually against the wall outside the office, taking bites and staring at them intently. Feeling the weight of his stare, Marc and Terry moved closer, tension evident in their steps.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTerry remained silent, while Marc tried to explain with a nervous smile, "Sir, our respect for Miss Nash stems from our respect for you. Even though her marriage to you is only for show, she's still your wife in name. Respecting her means respecting you." "Really?" Connor's sharp look didn't waver. "Is that the only reason?" Marc and Terry exchanged glances, uncertain. For a moment, they both wondered if Connor had figured out that Marissa was their chief instructor, Black Mallow. If Connor knew that Marissa was Black Mallow and they had kept it a secret, he would likely be furious.
brings magic to life However, they quickly dismissed the idea. The chief instructor was too skilled to ever reveal her true identity. They were probably overthinking it.
The two men felt more convinced of this after their silent exchange. Terry asked, "Sir, do you think the reason we treat Miss Nash so well is that we're infatuated with her and want to win her over?" Before Connor could respond, Terry added, "Please, don't think that, sir. We know our place. Miss Nash is completely out of our league. We wouldn't dare harbor such thoughts." Connor scoffed. He then looked at Terry as if he were looking at an idiot and said mockingly, "You're a genius." After his sarcastic remark, he rolled his eyes at both Marc and Terry and turned away.
Rubbing the back of his head, Terry turned to Marc, filled with doubt. "Marc, was Mr. Daniels complimentingjust now?" "Not at all!" Marc replied, shaking his head. "Mr. Daniels was calling you a fool." Terry grimaced slightly and muttered, "I thought as much. It didn't sound like real praise. What did we do to upset Mr. Daniels?" Marc just shrugged. "Who knows?" Using Connor's private elevator, Marissa made her way to the basement parking lot and located her motorcycle. She stored the drone in the storage compartment, swung her long leg over the motorcycle, and settled onto the seat. After securing her helmet, she sped out of the underground parking lot.
It was around eight in the evening, and the city pulsed with life. She zipped through the bustling streets like a darting swallow, making her way toward the western suburbs. As she left the city center behind, the traffic thinned and the urban glow faded into the distance. Her speed increased, and her motorcycle's headlight streaked through the darkness like a shooting star.
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After covering about ten miles, she finally glimpsed Mount Skytop, the tallest mountain in Blebert, By then, in Blebert E she was deep in a secluded area. Darkness enveloped her, broken only by the soft glow of moonlight and starlight. She stopped her motorcycle in the grass and retrieved the drone.
After a few adjustments, she launched the drone into the night sky.
Her mission tonight was to survey It was t Skytop Mansion. The drone, a superior model from Windsoul Robots, was particularly adept for the task. Its night vision was sharp, and its operation was nearly silent, making it hard to detect.
Once the drone was airborne, the glow from her phone screen caught her attention. She turned and noticed that Silver Fox had finally replied to her message
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