Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 128:noveldrama

Connor was still mulling over what Marissa had mentioned to Marc and Terry earlier. Her evident concern for his safety had left an impression. The thought brought a smile to his face, and a warm chuckle escaped him. However, his smile soon faltered as he recalled her words from the previous day about caring only for her sleep aid. Perhaps her concern was not for him but for the loss of her sleep aid. This realization cast a shadow over his spirits, erasing his earlier amusement

After a moment, he turned to Terry, seeking clarity. “What did you say just now?”

“We have confirmed that Marissa is not our chief instructor,” Terry answered

“Oh?” Connor’s eyebrows lifted in intrigue

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Terry elaborated, “We reached that conclusion yesterday but didn’t have the opportunity to inform you. Based on our observations, Marissa shares only one characteristic with the chief instructor; they differ significantly in all other respects.”

“What trait do they share?” Connor inquired, his curiosity piqued

“They are both strikingly beautiful,” Terry stated

A skeptical expression crossed Connor’s face as he regarded Terry. “But you said that your chief instructor always wore a black veil. How can you be sure of her appearance?”

Terry laughed, a hint of embarrassment in his tone. “It’s the aura she carried. Despite the veil, there was an undeniable elegance that radiated from her, recognized universally at our base.”

Connor let out a dismissive snort, turning away, no longer interested in Terry’s descriptions. Yet Terry, unaware of Connor’s growing impatience, continued his analysis. “Marissa appeared quite delicate yesterday after receiving a small cut on her hand, very unlike our chief instructor. Our instructor embodies the strength of a wild horse, mingling with us in the mud and never displaying a hint of weakness. She even took a bullet in the shoulder once during an ambush and bore it silently.”

Listening, Connor asked, “So because of that, you’re absolutely sure she’s not Black Mallow?”

“Yes,” Terry affirmed

“And what if she was merely acting fragile yesterday?” Connor probed further

Terry paused, uncertainty in his voice. “I can’t imagine that. Our chief instructor was known for her directness and disdain for deceit.”

Marc then added thoughtfully, “I’m beginning to doubt our judgment from yesterday. Despite the way Marissa handled her wound, the way she kicked us just now was precisely what the chief instructor would do.”

Suddenly, realization dawned on Terry. “That’s true. Even her scolding matched the chief instructor’s style to a tee!”

Confusion washed over Terry’s features. “So, is she our chief instructor or not?”

Holding his head, Terry continued, “If she is, then she’s playing a cruel game. She knows well we’re her admirers, yet she acted as if we were strangers.”

Marc, usually more composed and mature than Terry, found it difficult to contain his emotions now. He sighed deeply, his sigh laden with his profound yearning for the chief instructor

Domenic’s expression betrayed his disdain; he found it utterly embarrassing that two grown men were so taken with a mere girl. Connor’s mouth twitched. To him, it seemed ludicrous to pay these two a million-dollar annual salary for such behavior

Meanwhile, Neil led Derek to a deserted factory on the outskirts of the city. A tall figure cloaked in a black robe awaited them, exuding an aura reminiscent of a vampire. The man was cloaked entirely in shadow except for his piercing eyes. His presence was unnerving

Upon the arrival of Neil and Derek, the man in the black robe pointed at Derek and sneered, “Mr. Daniels, is this the younger son you’ve recently got back?”

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