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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sending the email, Marissa half expected Mr. G to express bewilderment or perhaps question whether the creature was even of this

Yet, the straightforward manner of his text and the careful placement of his

thought made her heartbeat quicken. Doubt crept in about whether reaching out to the Rasetsu Group was a wise decision. Given her uncertainty, Marissa opted for

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