Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 217:

Caught off guard by Marissa’s question, Connor guiltily touched his nose. He had hoped to keep up his act a bit longer, but she had already figured out he was Lone Wolf

“What’s your guess on Paul’s decision?” he asked, attempting to steer the conversation elsewhere

However, Marissa was already flexing her wrists. “Mr. Lone Wolf, I’m truly sorry. According to the rules, since I’ve accepted Amiri’s task, I must fulfill it, no matter what,” she stated firmly

Connor flashed a conciliatory smile. “So, are you going to behead me now?”

Marissa nodded resolutely. “Absolutely. I have to complete this mission before Paul decides to throw me into the sea, or my reputation as Black Snake will suffer.”

“Well, heh.” Connor chuckled. He was confident she wouldn’t actually behead him, but he wasn’t entirely sure she wouldn’t rough him up a bit. Her temper was notorious, after all

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his hat and mask, relishing the freedom to breathe openly again. Domenic, Marc, and Terry observed their boss with amusement. Landen stood frozen, shock plastering his features as the revelations sunk in. The idea that Marissa was his boss, the famous Black Snake, was startling enough. But discovering Connor as the legendary Lone Wolf left him utterly dumbfounded. He found himself face to face with his two idols in the mercenary world! A whirlwind of excitement, shock, and joy surged through him,

raised her fist to strike Connor. However, the opening of the Starlight Hall’s door interrupted her. She paused, her muscles relaxing slightly. All eyes in the room shifted towards the door. Elvis, flanked by a group of bodyguards clad in black, stepped back into the Starlight Hall with a grave expression. Marissa and Connor moved towards him in unison. After a moment of intense staring, Elvis extended a formal

Daniels, Mrs. Daniels, Mr.

his whereabouts had always remained a mystery. He was almost a mythological presence, a figure woven into the collective consciousness, never assuming a tangible form. The prospect of

and Connor accepted the inevitability of their situation and made their way towards the door. As some in the room made to follow, Elvis blocked their path,

here in the Starlight Hall,”

Mr. Daniels’ assistant. We

together, “We are Mr. Daniels’ personal bodyguards. We have to stay close

urgency. “I can’t be apart from my

into a frosty expression. “I understand your loyalty to your bosses, but here on the Sunrise, Mr. Alvarado calls the shots. If Mr. Alvarado decides it’s the end for Mr. and Mrs. Daniels, your presence won’t make any difference. But don’t worry. Should anything happen to Mr. and Mrs. Daniels, I’ll inform you