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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this transformation. Previously, they had met when he was a grim and formidable underworld figure. Now, he presented himself like

that he had completely abandoned his formidable image in Marissa’s presence, but

sternly he maintained his boss-like demeanor, it wouldn’t intimidate her; she would mock him regardless. Thus, he opted for a more relaxed and genuine

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to me. Eager to discover its contents, I immediately

his

chip was crafted by a genius, protected by a million complex

and nodded. “Yes, I gathered many scientists to try to crack this

stolen by the Peridot Consortium, yet King ordered us to reclaim it for the past five

either. King likely wanted to

with a chuckle, “Do you

his lips together, choosing not to

joked that you managed to steal the chip but then just watched it collect dust in your lab for five years, which