Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 603:

Upon hearing Paul’s words, Marissa felt a mix of anger and amusement. She snorted sharply. “So, you were aware that she injured me?”

Paul looked into her eyes deeply and responded, “At the time, I didn’t realize Black Mallow was you. When I was informed of the incident, I truly felt sorry. Now that I know it was you, I’m even more distressed.”

He sighed heavily. Reflecting on the events, he added, “Even now, thinking about it scares me. It’s fortunate your life wasn’t in danger. Otherwise, I’d have lost the opportunity to meet you, which would have been a significant regret in my life.”

Paul then lifted his gaze once more, his tone earnest as he spoke. “Marissa, please believe me. My only target was the chip. I never intended to harm anyone. I made it clear to Clarissa that no harm should come to anyone, even if the theft were to fail. What happened to you was completely unintended.”

Marissa watched Paul closely, noting his sincerity and the apparent fear that she might not believe him and hold him accountable. She felt inclined to trust his words. It seemed that Clarissa’s decision to go after Black Mallow was a rogue move and Paul had been unaware of it.

Naturally, Marissa had no intention of disclosing this to Paul. She planned to confront Clarissa herself; she didn’t need Paul’s assistance in this matter.

With skillful ease, Marissa shifted the conversation. “Alright, for now, I’ll set aside the issue of your raid on the Doomsday Base. Now, tell me what you did after acquiring the chip.”

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Paul nodded, his response quick and

transformation. Previously, they had met when he was a grim and formidable underworld figure. Now, he presented himself like a naive elder, which only served to stoke her enjoyment in playfully provoking

image in Marissa’s presence, but he couldn’t control himself. However, he was unconcerned. Marissa

demeanor, it wouldn’t intimidate her; she would mock him regardless. Thus, he opted for

laughter, the atmosphere

in delivering it to me. Eager to discover its contents, I immediately tried to insert it into

his head in

crafted by a genius, protected by a

to crack this chip, but none succeeded. They couldn’t breach

been stolen by the Peridot Consortium, yet King ordered us to reclaim

“Given the chip’s intricate design, no one at the Doomsday Base could decipher it either. King likely wanted to see if we could crack it. Once we did, he would send his

chuckle, “Do you

together, choosing

that you managed to steal the chip but then just watched it collect dust in