Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 620:

Although Black Snake was once known as a member of the Rasetsu Group, Marissa’s respect for Mr. G was anything but casual. He, being quite sensible, never presumed to command her. His requests always came across more as suggestions rather than orders.

In their limited interactions, it was always Mr. G who initiated contact, sending messages that Marissa would answer whenever she deemed fit. Mr. G, for his part, remained ever patient. Even in times of urgency, his approach was to plead rather than demand, maintaining his composure at all times.

This occasion, however, marked a departure from the norm. Marissa was the one to reach out first, and Mr. G’s delayed response had her waiting anxiously. Upon receiving his reply, she hurried to open it, her anxiety getting the better of her.

Since Marissa was unsure if Mr. G, the leader of the Rasetsu Group, was actually Kevin—the person she had been searching for—her previous night’s email was merely a greeting.

Mr. G’s response arrived the next morning, likely penned just after he woke. His reply carried a tone of jest: “Did I read it wrong? The formidable and arrogant Mr. Black Snake actually initiated a greeting with me? How did I finally capture your attention? Oh, my.”

Marissa couldn’t suppress a smirk at his words. During her tenure as Black Snake, whether she was male or female remained a closely guarded secret.

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her identity was momentarily exposed on the Sunrise, Paul had managed to squash the news, thus keeping her secret from the outside world. It appeared that Paul had

need a favor, please,” Marissa typed, treading cautiously. She couldn’t directly inquire whether he was her Kevin, nor could she risk a personal meeting. If he turned out not to be her Kevin, such a move would inadvertently reveal her identity and create unnecessary complications. Instead, she opted for a

responded promptly, “Sure, what can I do

descriptions from Lawrence and Lindsay. “Mr. G, can you help me find out

she returned from the Sunrise, she had already tasked Silver Fox with deploying their intelligence agency to track down the creature, but all efforts had been in vain. Those who had seen the picture had dismissed it as

2001 and 2002, had lived alongside the monster for an extended period, encountering it daily. With her own resources exhausted, she turned to the Rasetsu Group for help, trusting that Mr. G’s

bewilderment or perhaps question whether the creature was even of this earth. But he didn’t. Instead of showing any surprise, Mr.

face-to-face interaction, she couldn’t discern Mr. G’s expression or tone. Yet, the straightforward manner of his text and the careful placement of his punctuation suggested a

crept in about whether reaching out to the Rasetsu Group was a wise decision. Given her uncertainty, Marissa opted for vagueness in her reply. “I stumbled upon

then replied, “You want to know