Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 511:

Marissa recognized the fury in Clarissa’s voice right away. She was angrier now than earlier in the day.

“What incompetence! Scientists? I’ve poured so much money into this, and you can’t crack a simple chip? Worthless! Some people interceded with me on behalf of you and told me the designer of this chip was some kind of eccentric genius who added a million passcodes, making it nearly impossible to break.

I understood that, so I didn’t push you off a cliff to be eaten by hawks. What about you? You requested all those expensive machines, which cost me a fortune.

I even built you a lavish lab at the peak of Mount Skytop. Five years have gone by, and you haven’t cracked a single passcode. Idiots! How can you even claim to be scientists? You’re experts at being fools!”

After her tirade, silence filled the other end of the line. Only Clarissa’s frustrated huffs were audible intermittently.

Marissa sensed that those around her were undoubtedly terrified. Nobody dared to utter a word.

Then, after a significant pause, a man spoke up. “Miss Byrd, we’ve done everything we could.” Immediately after his words, a loud crash echoed.

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temper was so fiery; she was quick to destroy things and curse people fiercely. Whenever she berated others, she lost her temper just

refined presence she showed Burnet. Marissa had to concede that Clarissa was masterful at switching between

“Do you really think you can placate me by claiming you’ve done your best? This chip was created by a genius, with a million passcodes to crack, yet not one has been decoded

was concealed. Feeling fortunate, she realized Clarissa’s arrival at Skytop Mansion tonight allowed her to immediately zero in on the chip’s location, sparking a wave of excitement in

you. You hold our lives in your hands with just a simple command. None of us would dare gamble with our survival. We

chip is a true genius, whose intellect surpasses our combined capabilities. Often, only a thin line separates a

basic concept can outmaneuver everyone below this threshold. Regrettably, none of us have ascended to that higher level. Despite five years of relentless effort, all

the explanation, interrupted with an exasperated sigh. “I don’t need lectures on the difference between a genius and a mediocrity. I want results.” Her

scientists’ mute response, she vented her frustration by hurling objects to the floor and cursing,

the men’s collective sigh and couldn’t help but chuckle,

the average person,