Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 1082:

Paul had initially resolved to keep Rex in the dark about the shady organization. His younger brother had always been a meek soul, lacking the courage to handle even mild adversity. Burdening Rex with such dangerous knowledge would be like tossing a featherweight into a heavyweight match, and Paul doubted Rex could stomach it.

But with Ayla’s predicament spiraling out of control, Rex had unwittingly been dragged into the murky depths of the organization’s schemes. Whether Rex liked it or not, he had to face the music.

So, Paul laid it all out for him, sparing no detail as he explained the sinister workings of the organization. He wrapped up with a grim conclusion. “The only way to save Ayla is to dismantle that vile organization.”

As expected, Rex looked like he’d seen a ghost. His timid nature had always been his Achilles’ heel, and now, staring down the barrel of this colossal problem, he was paralyzed with fear. The idea of taking on an international criminal organization felt as unattainable as lassoing the moon. How could someone as small and unassuming as him ever hope to topple such a sprawling, shadowy empire?

surprised. Frankly, he’d never pinned his hopes on Rex. Telling

right to be tangled in this web, but as

Her fear was palpable, stripping away any pretense of bravado. Paul exhaled heavily, words failing him as frustration gnawed at his patience. How had he ended up

imagination thrives

to cut through the awkward silence. Her voice was sharp, slicing through the tension like a blade. “Sansa, tell me, who sent you here

to doubt she’d muster the nerve to stir up trouble again after being punished

had someone powerful propping her up. Marissa’s gut instinct whispered that whoever was pulling Sansa’s strings had ties to

before they would make their move to reclaim her. Still, Marissa couldn’t quite piece together how the organization had managed to get their hooks into Sansa. Clarissa had already been shipped back to BIO Grein, and Q’s ship was nothing more than a memory after its destruction. Marissa couldn’t help but