Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 743:

Marissa and Kevin were both taken aback when they laid eyes on each other. Marissa was astonished that the entrance to the private room, where the Rasetsu Group’s leader was, lacked any form of security. She stepped inside unchallenged, her surprise deepening when she saw Kevin unmasked.

Initially, she doubted she was in the right place. Retracing her steps, Marissa double-checked the number displayed on the door. It confirmed she was indeed at Private Room No. 8. Reassured, she re-entered and secured the door behind her.

So caught up in her shock, Marissa failed to notice Connor’s arrival. He slipped into Private Room No. 9 across the corridor, accompanied by the two children. As they settled down, Connor ordered an array of dishes for the children. Their door remained invitingly open, and they casually monitored the activity in the room across the corridor.

Back in Private Room No. 8, Marissa lingered by the door, her hesitance palpable. Kevin’s evident surprise left her reluctant to approach. Thinking it sensible to introduce herself first, she cleared her throat awkwardly. “‘Ahem!” Then, she said, altering her voice slightly, “Mr. G?”

his refusal to acknowledge her prompted a cautious stance. Opting to conceal her identity for the moment, she played along with the misunderstanding. Kevin gave a slight nod before querying,

He regarded her intently, his gaze almost piercing. After a moment, his face broke into a chuckle. He gestured towards the chair

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Aiming to dissolve the tension, she asked, “Mr. G, what’s with that surprised look you’re giving me?” Kevin responded with disarming honesty,

pride. But stunning? That’s a bit disingenuous, don’t you think?” Considering she was wearing a mask and a peaked cap, he couldn’t see her features, so saying she

paused, taken aback by his smooth words. Kevin had a knack for charming women—a stark contrast to the irritable youth she remembered, who seemed to be perpetually at odds

playful tone, inquired, “So what

distinct aura he carried. Earlier that day at the Peridot Consortium, he had worn a mask, concealing his features, and only his tall, strong build was apparent. Now, seeing his finely chiseled features up close, she was

childhood at the refugee camp, where everyone donned worn clothes and Kevin navigated daily through ruins and blasts, his face smeared with grime, she couldn’t have imagined his face being so attractive. Oblivious to her internal compliments, Kevin responded earnestly, “I avoid those bothersome bodyguards on my outings. As for