Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 790:

Marissa, eager to finish placing the chip, had little patience for distractions. Her tone was curt as she addressed Xander. “I know your brother got married today. Everyone knows. But he’s not my family, so his business doesn’t concern me.”

Xander, taken aback, attempted to talk about his sister-in-law. “Chief instructor, about my sister-in-law—I—”

Marissa interrupted sharply, “Your brother’s affairs have nothing to do with me. Why should I care about your sister-in-law?”

Being scolded, Xander hesitated before probing gently, “Chief instructor, are you dealing with some issues? You seem upset.”

Marissa compressed her lips, her frustration evident. “I’m in the middle of something significant. If it’s not urgent, please don’t disturb me.” With that, she ended the call abruptly.

Her mood was indeed sour, her thoughts heavy. Q had tasked her with placing the chip in Private Room No. 10 at the Blue Shield Bar, a location she knew to be a covert meeting spot for the nefarious organization behind Q. The closer she got to this place, the more she thought of her father.

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a man marked by a brilliant and wise gaze, whose tragic end haunted her. She was eager to fulfill her task quickly and uncover her father’s fate, her heart burdened with the grim possibility that he might be

truth into the

exhaled deeply and headed for Private Room No. 10. Her face was a mask of calm, but her eyes darted. She was scrutinizing every passerby for signs of suspicion, hoping

without any peculiar encounters, she paused, then pushed the door open. The room was lit only by the dim light spilling in from the hallway. If not for this sliver of illumination, the room would have been engulfed in complete

was unoccupied. Satisfied that she was alone,

phone buzzed with a message from Q just as she stepped out. “Have

check for followers and soon suspected that Q was monitoring her movements through surveillance. She responded, typing rapidly, “Is the Blue Shield

it to you? I merely have access to its surveillance to

as she typed back, “The chip is on the table in Private

I’ll send someone to retrieve

understood that Q was keen on keeping the identity of their associate hidden. She wasn’t about to ignore their warning and provoke their ire unnecessarily. She replied, “Alright, I’m leaving now. But isn’t

person has the chip and confirms its

said nothing more and exited the Blue Shield Bar, her mind