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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among mercenaries, a man of iron will. Most women are drawn to that kind

at the imposter’s beer belly, a wry smile flickering on his

Before he could utter a word, Marissa was already on her feet, approaching the imposter Lone Wolf. Connor could only hold back

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

in a subdued tone, “Miss Nash, what can I

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,

a brief pause, she playfully inquired, “Handsome, do you

don’t,”

think of me?” Marissa asked

more disoriented. If he removed his mask, Marissa would

fun of you. I genuinely like you. How about we grab a drink somewhere quiet

in black stood frozen, speechless, as if Marissa’s 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