Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 218:

As Connor prepared to speak, Domenic, Marc, and Terry turned their full attention toward him. They sensed that this could be a serious parting, and they prepared to hang on his every word, knowing it could be their last exchange

Connor began, “Just stay here and wait for me. If I come back, all’s well. But if not, I’ll vanish along with the Sunrise.” While the message was directed at Domenic, Marc, and Terry, it served as a clear caution to Elvis, and a caution to Elvis was a caution to Paul. Despite their anxieties, Connor’s steady, confident tone brought a measure of calm to Domenic, Marc, and Terry

Meanwhile, Elvis’ demeanor shifted noticeably at Connor’s declaration. He quickly gestured again, saying, “Mr. Daniels, Mrs. Daniels, this way, please!” Taking Marissa by the hand, Connor followed Elvis, who led them briskly away. Shortly after their departure, the heavy door of Starlight Hall shut, locking the remaining people inside

Outside the Starlight Hall, Marissa and Connor were surrounded by a team of men dressed in black, armed with assault rifles. Elvis, with a grave expression, pointed at two black blindfolds, saying, “Mr. Daniels, Mrs. Daniels, please cooperate with us.” Both Marissa and Connor eyed the blindfolds but raised no objections. Given Paul’s enigmatic nature, it was expected that his exact location would remain a secret. Curiosity about Paul’s identity lingered in their minds, but they knew well that failing to comply now would mean never meeting him. Cooperating was a wiser choice before meeting Paul

The enveloping darkness tightened

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please,” Elvis called out once more. Both Marissa and Connor felt the cold metal of a gun barrel pressed against their backs. Connor’s expression grew stern as he addressed Elvis, “Captain Williamson,

mercenary queen, Black Snake. She’s taken down an entire army by herself on the battlefield. We need

I won’t start a massacre unless provoked.” Elvis tightened his lips. Black Snake was indeed

deliberation, Elvis sensed something amiss and made another stringent demand.

of fear but because he was used to being treated with dignity

“Do your doubts persist now, Captain Williamson?” Marissa asked, her voice tinged with amusement. Observing her calm and confident demeanor, Elvis couldn’t shake off his lingering doubts, suspecting that Black Snake could have more schemes up her sleeve.

armed men, Marissa and Connor proceeded. They zigzagged through numerous corridors, ascending and