Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 608:

Rarely did Marissa make a direct request, leaving Paul feeling both happy and expectant. “Go ahead,” he urged.

“I want Clarissa,” Marissa stated plainly.

Caught off guard, Paul frowned. “What do you want her for? Do you still resent her for stealing from the Doomsday Base years ago? If that’s the case, I’ll apologize on her behalf. She was acting on my orders.”

The protective tone in Paul’s voice was unmistakable. Despite any misgivings he might have about Clarissa’s character, she had still been raised by him, and there was an undeniable bond.

So, Marissa hastened to clarify, “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt her. I only need some information from her.”

Paul nodded, showing he understood her intentions. “Most things about Clarissa are under my control. If you need to know something, you might as well ask me first.”

“Then I’ll be direct,” Marissa said, not wasting any time. “I want to know who Kevin is and the identity of the person who contacted Clarissa.”

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Marissa chose not to bring up the specific events but instead mentioned the people involved. This approach served as a litmus test for Paul’s understanding of Clarissa’s situation.

If Paul was familiar with these individuals, then he had a thorough understanding. Otherwise, it would reveal gaps in his knowledge of her activities.

Paul responded, “I am familiar

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a shadowy organization. I still don’t know what organization is behind him exactly. Clarissa’s contact with him was actually at my behest. I accidentally discovered that

and their intentions regarding

direction of the conversation, Marissa interrupted, “So, to avoid raising any suspicion from Q, you instructed Clarissa

nodded. “Yes, Clarissa’s interactions with Q were all

as she processed

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over the chip while revealing nothing about his identity or group. Even now, we still don’t know what role Q plays within his

in Paul’s voice was palpable. His brow furrowed, eyes narrowing as he spoke of

similarly cryptic, leaving her with

redirected her attention. Taking a deep breath, she asked,

unmistakable. Despite the slim chance that Clarissa’s Kevin was her long-lost brother, Marissa couldn’t afford to dismiss any potential leads. She would investigate anyone named

he answered without hesitation, “Kevin is

is Kevin now? Can I see him?” As she anxiously awaited his answer, Marissa clenched the armrests of her chair, her knuckles turning

of confusion, Paul asked,

maintained eye contact and replied firmly, “A long-lost friend of mine goes by the name Kevin. I’ve

crossed Paul’s face. “Oh, I see. You want to know if the Kevin I know