Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 391:

Upon hearing Xander’s query, Marissa furrowed her brows, pondering for a moment before responding, “Clarissa is unaware of Black Mallow’s identity, which frightens her. She’s determined to find Black Mallow and delve into her background.

This knowledge will arm her against potential threats. However, she’s worried we’ve already found out her theft at the Doomsday Base. As a result, she hesitates to reach out to Black Mallow herself or use any high-ranking officials of the Peridot Consortium for this task.

Instead, she has assigned the mission to Remy, a lower-tier member. Remy mingles in the underworld networks, familiar with individuals from various backgrounds. His involvement is unlikely to raise suspicions, especially from the Doomsday Base.”

After laying out her analysis, Marissa turned to Xander and inquired, “Is that correct?”

Xander nodded in agreement, adding, “You’ve got it mostly right. But you’ve missed part of Clarissa’s true motive.”

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Intrigued, Marissa looked at him directly and asked, “And what might that be?”

Xander replied gravely, “Her actual plan is to covertly assassinate Black Mallow.”

surprise as she processed this

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was unexpected to her that another woman could harbor such intense jealousy, to the point of contemplating murder, despite

remarked, hinting there was more to the story. “Almost no one who works for Clarissa can decipher her true motives or

mood and Clarissa is so ruthless,

she’s so skilled at concealing her intentions, how did

played the role of the cynic or disinterested observer, which makes her let her guard down around me. That’s how I’ve

into place. Had she revealed herself as Black Mallow yesterday, Clarissa would likely have had her

what if I confront her as Black Mallow? We could have a direct confrontation and negotiate openly about the stolen

Chief Instructor. That’s not an option

“Why not?” Marissa pressed.

someone more influential pulling the strings

is it?” Marissa inquired,

answered, shaking his head before going into detail. “I have eavesdropped many times on Clarissa’s phone conversations, where she