Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 463:

Xander, feeling like he was the teacher’s favorite student, straightened up, his voice taking on a softer, sweeter tone. “Go on, Chief Instructor, I’m all ears.”

Marissa’s lips twitched involuntarily. What started as a serious discussion had turned comical, courtesy of Xander’s naive enthusiasm.

“Ahem.” She cleared her throat, her amusement evident. She then adopted a stern tone as she continued her instructions. “Listen, I’ve mentioned that Marc and Terry are part of this mission, but you mustn’t go seeking them out willy-nilly.

More crucially, keep your identity under wraps until the operation kicks off to avoid complications. Also, it’s vital that Aelfric remains in the dark about our plans. I simply don’t trust him.”

“I can’t stand that bastard either!” Xander exclaimed. “Back at the Doomsday Base, Aelfric was always a thorn in my side. I can’t quite explain it, but something about him was always off!”

Their secret meeting wrapped up around two in the morning. After Xander departed, Marissa checked the time and decided it was time to head back to Daniels Manor. Firstly, she knew she wouldn’t sleep well unless she was close to Connor.

Secondly, she worried about how Lawrence and Lindsay were faring on their first night with the Daniels family.

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the manor, she parked her motorcycle away from the main building and killed the engine, opting to walk the rest of the way to avoid waking anyone. The patrolling guards saluted

she approached the main building, Marissa spotted Rita poised at

Rita exclaimed with a

and Lindsay doing? Have they settled in okay?”

a long while chatting with Mrs. Arabella Daniels before they headed off to bed. Now, they’re sleeping like logs,” Rita

truly heartless. They seemed to have no longing for their previous home with the Sanchez family, who had taken good care of them. Instead, they’d

her niece and nephew, and she was

softly. But to her surprise, upon entering, she found Marc and Terry in the yard, basking in

a small feast on a table—roast chicken, grilled meat, dried fish, prawns, and several side

they promptly stood and greeted

tongue and

before lowering their voices.

teased them, “Midnight feast instead

sheepish expressions. Terry chuckled. “It’s been ages since we’ve had decent food. Once we start, we just can’t stop. Sleeping is the