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Chapter 601:

Facing Marissa’s questioning, Paul awkwardly pressed his lips together and cautiously suggested, “Marissa, why don’t you sit down and have something to eat first? Once you’re full, we can discuss everything slowly, okay?”

Watching this interaction, Elvis couldn’t help but shrug in amusement.

His formidable boss, who had confronted countless perils and challenges, now appeared humble and cautious in Marissa’s presence. Just one stern glance from her was enough to make Paul visibly nervous.

Marissa scrutinized Paul’s demeanor carefully. He seemed to have been diligent about following her advice to take his medication, as he looked noticeably better than their last meeting.

Moved by the thought of this elderly man battling illness, she couldn’t bear to maintain a stern expression any longer and obediently took a seat.

Paul swiftly and attentively served her food, urging, “Try this. It’s delicious. And this one too. It’s quite good.”

Before long, Marissa’s plate was filled to the brim. Not wanting to disappoint Paul’s warm hospitality, Marissa picked up her fork and began to eat. After the prolonged fight, she found herself genuinely hungry. Throughout the meal, Paul continued to serve her with evident joy.

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care, Marissa ate until she was comfortably full. Sensing he was about to offer more, she politely declined. “I’m full. Please don’t serve me any

of food paused abruptly. He glanced up at her, his expression

Marissa affirmed with

briefly across his face, as if he hadn’t quite savored the moment of serving

silence, he finally laid down his fork. Marissa mirrored his action, setting down her utensil, dabbing her mouth with a napkin, and returning to her earlier

him. Alone now, Paul continued, “Marissa, before

why you stole the chip?” Marissa asked,

“Indeed, it is.”

case,

moment, then averted his gaze and began to narrate. “Marissa, in our last encounter, you diagnosed that some of my memories are gone. You were correct. I have indeed lost many memories, and

I awakened in an operating room with a blank mind, devoid of

Paul Alvarado, and I was the proprietor

I had been hospitalized due to injuries sustained

the doctor is the nascent

had grown up in an orphanage without parents or family, with the trading company being my

the hospital for three months, but my memory never returned. Everyone identified me as Paul, yet I had no personal recollection of being him. To me, Paul was a