Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 205:

The journey from Blebert to the Sunrise took approximately five hours by plane. Marissa sat on the sofa, peering out the window at the clouds. Her gaze drifted to the man impersonating Lone Wolf a short distance away, and she examined him from head to toe with scrutiny

She sighed, unable to hold back her thoughts. Had Lone Wolf not been paying attention to his physique these past few years? Observing his large beer belly, she wondered if he could still handle himself in a fight as he once did. What if his combat skills had deteriorated over time, and he was now merely capitalizing on his reputation to draw a hefty salary? Marissa feared that he might not be able to collaborate effectively with her on the Sunrise. Perhaps it was time to test his combat prowess beforehand

Across from her, Connor noticed her gaze fixed on the imposter. With a concerned frown, he inquired, “What are you staring at?”

“A handsome man,” Marissa responded nonchalantly

Connor’s expression darkened. “I’m right here across from you. Aren’t I enough?”

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different,” Marissa replied icily. “He’s Lone Wolf. A legend among mercenaries, a man of iron will. Most

belly, a wry smile flickering on his lips. “Don’t you think your taste might

half-hearted jest, Marissa’s eyes remained glued to the man she called Lone Wolf, fueling Connor’s frustration and desire to have her look away. Before he could utter a word, Marissa was already on her feet, approaching the imposter Lone Wolf. Connor could only hold back his words,

the fake Lone Wolf and cocked her head to study his face. His features were obscured by a peaked cap and a mask, yet she could make out the general contours of his face. It was notably round. The proximity to such an attractive

coughed awkwardly and murmured in a subdued tone, “Miss

eyes twinkled with amusement. Years ago, during her first encounter with Lone Wolf, they both had used voice changers, leaving her curious about his real voice. She had imagined a voice as appealing as his figure—smooth and engaging. However, the voice she heard today was a stark contrast: harsh and grating, an unpleasant surprise to her

pause, she playfully inquired, “Handsome, do you happen to

don’t,” he

what do you think of me?” Marissa asked

bashful, seemed even more disoriented. If he removed

shoulder. “I’m not making fun of you. I genuinely like you. How about we

touch had turned him to ice. Marissa, both amused and puzzled, reflected on her first encounter with Lone Wolf years ago. He hadn’t been shy back then; instead, he was aloof, speaking smoothly and maintaining his composure around everyone. She