NovelUSAChapter 453: As she accepted the document Connor handed her, Marissa realized that he hadn't intentionally kept information from her. He had been waiting for this document to arrive.
Eagerly, she tore open the envelope and extracted its contents. Contained within was a blueprint of a house. Glancing at the house's natop the page, she couldn't help but whisper, "Skytop Mansion?" "Yes," Connor nodded. "You may have heard of it. It's perched atop Mount Skytop in Bleberts' western suburbs, 1500 meters above sea level, hence the name. Hardly anyone knows its owner. All they know is anyone who can afford such a place must be wealthy and influential." Marissa squinted. "Is the owner Clarissa?" "That's right," Connor confirmed. "I'm not sure how Clarissa managed to secure that land, but constructing a mansion atop Mount Skytop without revealing her identity speaks volumes. Mount Skytop is treacherously steep, with no accessible roads to its summit.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtClarissa travels to and from Skytop Mansion via private helicopter. The mansion boasts state-of-the-art security and rigorous guard protocols. It's essentially a fortress. Even a bird entering would struggle to leave." Marissa understood. Connor's implication was clear: Clarissa kept her most valuable possessions at Skytop Mansion, making theft nearly impossible. But as Black Mallow, the chief instructor at the Doomsday Base, she couldn't back down from a challenge.
Giving up would mean conceding defeat to Clarissa, and that was out of the question.
Putting away the document, Marissa turned to Connor and said, “Thanks." Then she rose to her feet and headed for the door. "I've got plans for tonight, so I won't be back." Connor's brow furrowed. "Where are you off to? You're not planning to raid Skytop Mansion tonight, are you?" Without looking back, Marissa waved dismissively. "Not tonight. I'm not prepared yet." With that, she exited the house.
Connor sighed. He could never rein her in! Sometimes, having such a formidable wife wasn't all it was cracked up to be. He never had the opportunity to assert himself even a little.
After leaving Daniels Manor, Marissa returned to her quaint flower shop on Vintage Street, changed into her Black Mallow attire, and departed once more. En route, she pinged Marc and Terry with a location. "Meethere!" Marc and Terry were covertly snacking on pickles when Black Mallow's message arrived. Excitedly, they abandoned their food. After a quick, hushed discussion, they sought permission from Connor.
Connor had been seated on the living room sofa, staring blankly since Marissa's departure. When Marc and Terry entered, he regarded them with a weary gaze. He looked at his two top bodyguards-they seemed fragile. How could he rely on them for protection? Realizing they no longer measured up as Mr. Connor Daniels's bodyguards, Marc and Terry were even more cautious in their approach. Terry dared not speak, so Marc, gathering his courage, said: "Mr. Daniels, we'd like to request stoff." "Granted!" Connor responded promptly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMarc and Terry were taken aback. Normally, Connor would inquire about their reasons for needing toff. Why wasn't he doing so today?
Recognizing their confusion, Connor let out a sarcastic laugh. "Look at you ка two, standing there like a pair of losers: Does it really matter towhether you take leave or not?"
Marc and Terry exchanged awkward glances, biting their lips. Before they could utter a word, Connor waved them off.
them off. "Just go! Take as many days off as you need. Just spareyour scum faces!"
Terry felt profoundly remorseful and wanted to apologize to his boss, But before he could speak. Connor cut him off. "Don't worry! Your salary will still cthrough, so you can take care of your families. Now, go!” Marc and Terry departed with flushed faces, their shpalpable, heading straight to meet Black Mallow
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