Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 740:

Marissa narrowed her eyes when Q mentioned she had two more options, wondering what else they had in store for her.

Q typed, “I’m eager to find out who the new president of the Peridot Consortium is and, more crucially, who the enigmatic top leader of the Peridot Consortium is. Help me dig into these two individuals’ backgrounds. If you manage to reveal anything about either, I’ll answer your questions.”

With a smirk, Marissa replied, “You’re so keen on digging into the backgrounds of these individuals because you’re aiming to secure a hefty research grant from the Peridot Consortium, aren’t you?”

Q responded, “Not just that. I have other reasons. The Peridot Consortium is already a major player. The shadowy figure at the top must be extraordinarily influential. I want to identify them. If I can, I’d like to bring them into our fold and collaborate with them to reach new heights of human achievement.”

Marissa didn’t plan to disclose the truth to Q. She typed, “None of the tasks you’ve set is simple. I might not succeed in any of them.”

Q sent a smiling emoji, then said, “If the tasks were easy, I wouldn’t need you. I could just use my team. If you want the information you seek from me, you’ll have to pay a price. You really have no choice but to follow my instructions, do you? Think carefully about how to tackle these assignments and decide which to attempt first. Goodbye, good girl.”

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Following this, Q’s profile went dark as they logged off.

staring at the screen

of completing Q’s tasks swiftly, but she could not risk sharing genuine

to significant danger, as her enemy remained

her, and covertly

sighed, stood up, and exited the

for

the doorway, as if he had been waiting for her for quite some

He looked like a child caught in mischief by a parent. It was clear he felt

was furious because no woman appreciated being kissed against her will, particularly a strong woman like

support and assistance Connor had provided during her mother’s surgery, she felt thankful and chose not to harbor any resentment for his earlier misconduct. Instead, she felt a warmth in her

and softly inquired, “What’s going

his throat awkwardly. “Are you

“Yes,” Marissa responded.

eyed the hickey he had left on her neck, feeling somewhat guilty yet also proud, which rendered him