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.

stories are on

exposed on the Sunrise, Paul had managed to squash the news, thus keeping her secret from the outside world. It appeared that Paul had never discussed Black Snake with Mr. G, leaving him

G, I 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

“Sure, what

the monster, drawn by Landen based on descriptions from Lawrence and Lindsay. “Mr. G, can you help

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 depicting a nonexistent

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

Marissa half expected Mr. G to express bewilderment or perhaps question whether the creature was even of this earth. But he didn’t. Instead

she couldn’t discern Mr. G’s expression or tone. Yet, the straightforward manner

Group was a

want to know where this thing

“Exactly,” Marissa confirmed.