Mara at work

As Mara entered the VIP suite at Circo Bille Hotel, the birthday party was already in full swing. She made her way through the lively crowd, clutching the elaborately decorated birthday cake in her hands.

"Good evening, young master Puck. This is the birthday cake that Miss Nina painstakingly prepared for you," Mara announced, presenting the cake to the birthday boy with a polite smile.

But before Puck could respond, one of the party guests couldn't resist chiming in. "Aren't you and Nina going to break things off?" they asked, curiosity evident in their tone.

Puck's response was surprisingly confident. "This is our way of patching things up. She doesn't want to end things with me," he declared proudly.

Impressed by Puck's audacity, another guest couldn't help but comment. "Wow! Now I understand why they call you the stallion. You cheated during your relationship, and she still wants to get back with you?"

Puck smirked, reveling in the attention. "That's why they call me Bad Commando," he boasted, his chest puffed out with pride.

But Mara, ever the professional, redirected the conversation back to the task at hand. "Before opening this cake, can young master Puck press this button?" she interjected, holding out a small remote control.

With a mischievous grin, Puck eagerly opened the box containing the birthday cake. As the lid lifted, revealing an intricately designed bikini-shaped cake, Puck burst into laughter, thoroughly entertained by the surprise. Without hesitation, he pressed the button on the remote control, setting off a cascade of fireworks and sparklers that illuminated the room in a dazzling display of light and

As Mara witnessed the chaotic scene unfolding before her, she couldn't help but suppress a smirk. "Young master, can I help you record this moment of happiness?" she offered, pulling out her phone with practiced ease.

"Sure thing!" Puck replied, his narcissism evident as he posed for the camera. But his moment of vanity was short-lived as the cake suddenly burst, splattering white paste across his face and clothes. Before anyone could react, a voice emanated from the device planted in the cake, filling the room with a chilling message.

"Puck Morgan, I wish you a life full of darkness and suffering. Thank you for making me the laughing stock of my family after cheating on me one week before our engagement party. I'll surely get back at you. I wish you the worst birthday!" The voice rang out, sending shockwaves through the crowd.

Laughter erupted from the VIP suite as Puck's anger boiled over. He reached for a handkerchief to clean himself up, but before he could do so, another eruption burst forth from the cake, covering him in butter and chocolate paste.

The room erupted into wild laughter, with the hilarity spreading from seat to seat. As Mara discreetly recorded the scene, she noticed others in the room capturing the moment on their own devices. Seizing the opportunity, Mara slipped away from the chaos.

Back at the gym, Mara and her friends ran an agency of sorts, helping people with their problems using unconventional methods. While their operations were not strictly legal, they operated within a grey area, utilizing their network of street-savvy individuals to get the job done. It was like being secret agents disguised as gym enthusiasts, and Mara and her friends relished in the thrill of it all.

As Mara and her friends executed their plan with precision, they transformed themselves into a formidable team ready to outwit their pursuers. In their new disguises, they confidently made their way through the VIP suite, evading the searching eyes of Puck's bodyguards.

With Lucian's expertise, they managed to block the CCTV cameras, ensuring their movements remained undetected. Meanwhile, Mara slipped into their rented room and changed into a sophisticated businesswoman attire, while Evelyn skillfully applied makeup to disguise her features. Lucian, ever resourceful, donned the attire of a hotel cleaner, blending seamlessly into his surroundings.

As they emerged from the room, they exuded an air of confidence, brushing past Puck's men as though they were invisible. With practiced ease, they made their way to the elevator, their hearts racing with excitement.

Before the elevator arrived, Mara's phone buzzed with a text message from their client, Miss Nina. As Mara read the message, Evelyn diligently worked on sharing the video of Puck's humiliation online, ensuring their client's revenge was swift and effective.

.As Mara and Evelyn shuffled into the elevator, both glued to their phones, Mara's forgetfulness led to a comedic mishap. Oblivious to her surroundings, Mara's stiletto heel got snagged in the elevator door gap just as Evelyn breezed past her. With a yelp, Mara instinctively flung herself forward, landing in the arms of a man.

But this wasn't just any man—it was Ethan Lewis, her contracted one-night husband! However, instead of a warm reception, Mara found herself being shoved aside by Ethan's sturdy hands, as if she were a pesky fly.

"Sorry, didn't mean to bump into you," Mara stammered, bowing apologetically. But to her surprise, Ethan remained silent, his expression unreadable. It was like trying to have a conversation with a brick wall.

As Mara tried to compose herself, she realized that Ethan likely didn't recognize her under all the thick makeup she was wearing. After all, Ethan wasn't one to appreciate excessive makeup, believing that less is more.

Just as Mara was trying to process this unexpected encounter, a voice interrupted her thoughts. "Excuse me, miss, but could you please move aside?" it said impatiently.

"Oh, yes, of course," Mara replied nervously, stepping away. Meanwhile, Evelyn watched the scene unfold from a distance, seemingly lost in her own world.

Once Mara was out of earshot, Evelyn and Lucian caught up with her, intrigued by the encounter with Ethan Lewis. "Isn't that Ethan Lewis?" Evelyn asked excitedly.

Mara, feeling a bit dejected, replied, "Why are you asking me? You already knew."

But Lucian, ever the optimist, chimed in, "Forget about it, let's go grab some drinks and shake off the tension." And with that, they headed off to the gym, leaving behind the whirlwind of emotions that Ethan's presence had stirred up.

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With glasses clinking and laughter echoing, Lucian poured drinks for Mara and Evelyn, celebrating their successful mission. "Here, let's drink to our hearts' content," he declared cheerfully.

"Cheers to us! We nailed it!" Mara exclaimed, raising her glass high.

"I just wish we could do this every day, you know, hang out like old times, but..." Evelyn trailed off, a hint of wistfulness in her voice.

Mara sighed, taking a long sip of her drink. "Yeah, but I've got my imbecile husband and his family waiting for me at home," she lamented.

"Why don't you just stay here? Who cares about your in-laws?" Evelyn suggested, raising an eyebrow.

"I wish! But my evil stepmother would have a fit, not to mention my poor nanny," Mara replied, her tone tinged with frustration.

"Then sneak back in here and crash with us! Let your stepmother stew in her own juice," Lucian chimed in, grinning mischievously.

Mara chuckled, feeling a bit tipsy from the drinks. "You know what? Maybe I will," she said decisively, finishing her drink in one gulp.

With a playful wave, Mara bid farewell to her friends and headed off to face her in-laws, feeling a little lighter and a lot more daring.