Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 437:

“Get the file I want,” Q said, “and find Dr. Finley. Once you complete one of the two, I shall tell you where your father is.”

Marissa’s eyes widened in excitement as she typed out a reply.

“Does that mean that my father is really alive?”

“There are two kinds of meetings in this world,” came Q’s message. “The living meet in person, and the dead are visited at their tombs.”

And just like that, Marissa’s soaring spirits fell into disappointment.

Q was promising to take her to her father, but whether she was going to see him in person or visit his grave was yet to be revealed. The uncertainty of it all was unbearable, especially when it was her father’s life in question.

She despised Q and their cryptic mind games.

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Marissa didn’t want to be Q’s puppet. She would definitely do much better if she simply captured Q and beat the answers out of them. With renewed determination, she took out another phone to track Q’s location.

Thanks to her previous encounter with the bastard’s hacker guardian, Marissa bypassed all the security walls with ease.

she had the coordinates

the middle

find someone in the biggest damn body of water in

had claimed to wander everywhere. But if Tiffany was with Q, was she also

dot indicating Q’s location suddenly disappeared, and Q’s profile picture turned black and

Q had gone offline.

phone aside in frustration. Since she had no way of locating Q at the moment, she had

file Q wanted from Peridot Consortium. Marissa was Dr. Finley

push whatever personal agenda they had, but what

she would just have to wait for the right opportunity to unravel anything. There was no point in losing sleep,

herself, then

chatting animatedly with Rita, though the latter had a blank, almost lifeless expression

about their interaction, Marissa quietly linked her phone to Rita’s chip, enabling her to eavesdrop

Franco say. “It’s a very pretty name. Where

forbids me from entertaining questions

I am not a stranger,” Franco countered. “My name is Franco, and I am your boss’s cousin.

it. I just saw you glaring

the conversation in a different direction. “You’re such a beautiful young woman. Why did you choose to be a nanny? Have

Rita

yet again,