Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 877:

Watching the coastline recede and the darkening sea expand before her, Marissa felt no fear. Instead, she was filled with anticipation about meeting her sister, Tiffany. However, as the plane continued its lengthy flight without any sign of nearing Q’s cruise ship or preparing to land, Marissa began to suspect something was amiss.

When Marissa realized the plane wasn’t heading straight to Q’s cruise ship, she remained composed and carefully studied their route. She soon figured out why and couldn’t help but chuckle—Q was being overly cautious. He feared someone might track the plane, so it had been flying aimlessly over the open sea ever since they’d taken off.

The detour had stretched on for a full ten hours. As time dragged on and the endless ocean below seemed no closer to any destination, Marissa couldn’t help but wonder whether the plane had enough fuel. The last thing she wanted was to crash into the sea before ever reaching Q’s ship. Amused, she turned to the stoic man in black leading the operation. “How long are we going to keep circling? Running out of fuel and ending up as shark food isn’t really part of my plans.”

The man didn’t break his stern expression. He simply bowed and responded, “Miss Nash, please be patient. We will land soon.”

the window at the never-ending ocean. “Are we anywhere near Q’s

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Q’s still worried? He must be terrified of death.” The man’s response was firm. “Mr. Q’s safety is paramount to

that these men had clearly been brainwashed, believing Q’s research would grant them some form of immortality. But she held her tongue and decided to go along with their charade—after all, she wasn’t in control of the flight. With a sigh, she said,

a gourmet meal. Marissa accepted it silently and ate with her usual grace. While she still had no clue where they were or how far they were from land, filling her

soon as she finished her meal, the leading man turned to her again. “Miss Nash,

Marissa finally spotted an isolated island with a sleek private jet waiting on the runway. Within minutes, the plane touched down, and the leading man in

she was aboard the second jet, they took off. After another exhausting ten hours in the air, Marissa finally arrived at Q’s elusive cruise ship. By the time Marissa reached Q’s cruise ship, night had fallen again. She was uncertain about her exact