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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Lone Wolf. A legend among mercenaries, a man of

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

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

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 woman seemed to

subdued tone, “Miss Nash, what can I do for

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

a brief pause, she playfully inquired, “Handsome, do you happen to have

don’t,” he

me?” Marissa asked

hearing her question, the man in black, already bashful, seemed even more disoriented. If he removed his

with a playful grin, draped her arm around his shoulder. “I’m not making fun of you. I genuinely like you. How about we grab

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