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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.

Marissa needed this information, Paul responded, “I am familiar

as she

about Q first,” Paul began. “Q is a part of 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 Q

Q’s organization and their intentions regarding the chip, so I directed Clarissa to establish contact

to avoid raising any suspicion

Clarissa’s interactions with Q were all

she processed this

sigh escaped Paul’s lips. “I haven’t found

is extremely cautious and secretive. He’s trying to deceive Clarissa into handing over the chip while revealing nothing about

furrowed, eyes

nodded, absorbing every word. Her encounters with Q had been similarly cryptic, leaving her with the same impression of his extreme

shrouded in mystery, Marissa redirected her attention. Taking a deep

her long-lost brother,

hesitation, “Kevin is another orphan I

see him?” As she anxiously awaited his answer, Marissa clenched the armrests of her chair, her knuckles turning white with the force. Her heart raced at

confusion, Paul asked,

friend of mine goes by the name Kevin. I’ve been looking

of understanding crossed Paul’s face. “Oh, I see. You want to