Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 453:

As she accepted the document Connor handed her, Marissa realized that he hadn’t intentionally kept information from her. He had been waiting for this document to arrive.

Eagerly, she tore open the envelope and extracted its contents. Contained within was a blueprint of a house. Glancing at the house’s name atop the page, she couldn’t help but whisper, “Skytop Mansion?”

“Yes,” Connor nodded. “You may have heard of it. It’s perched atop Mount Skytop in Bleberts’ western suburbs, 1500 meters above sea level, hence the name. Hardly anyone knows its owner. All they know is anyone who can afford such a place must be wealthy and influential.”

Marissa squinted. “Is the owner Clarissa?”

“That’s right,” Connor confirmed. “I’m not sure how Clarissa managed to secure that land, but constructing a mansion atop Mount Skytop without revealing her identity speaks volumes. Mount Skytop is treacherously steep, with no accessible roads to its summit.

Clarissa travels to and from Skytop Mansion via private helicopter. The mansion boasts state-of-the-art security and rigorous guard protocols. It’s essentially a fortress. Even a bird entering would struggle to leave.”

Marissa understood. Connor’s implication was clear: Clarissa kept her most valuable possessions at Skytop Mansion, making theft nearly impossible. But as Black Mallow, the chief instructor at the Doomsday Base, she couldn’t back down from a challenge.

Clarissa, and that was out

the document, Marissa turned to Connor and said,

to her feet and headed for the door. “I’ve got plans for tonight, so

brow furrowed. “Where are you off to? You’re not planning to raid Skytop Mansion tonight, are

tonight. I’m not prepared yet.”

such a formidable wife wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. He never had the

shop on Vintage Street, changed into her Black Mallow attire, and departed once more. En route, she pinged Marc and Terry with

snacking on pickles when Black Mallow’s message arrived. Excitedly, they abandoned their food. After a quick, hushed discussion, they

been seated on the living room sofa, staring blankly since Marissa’s departure. When Marc and Terry entered, he regarded them with a weary gaze.

no longer measured up as Mr. Connor Daniels’s bodyguards, Marc and Terry were even more cautious in their approach.

to request some

“Granted!” Connor responded promptly.

taken aback. Normally, Connor would inquire about their reasons for needing time off. Why wasn’t