Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 142:

Black Snake said in her message, “Lone Wolf, you accused me of being out of my mind from being short on money, but aren’t you the same?”

Lone Wolf responded, “What have I done to offend you?”

Black Snake retorted, “You initially agreed to join forces with me to defeat Amiri, yet you went ahead and took Connor’s offer. Are you driven by greed, or are you challenging me?”

When Connor read this, a radiant smile illuminated his handsome features. As his grin widened, the name “Black Snake” suddenly seemed endearingly charming to him. He wasn’t certain if his village girl was the chief instructor of Doomsday Base, but she was unmistakably Black Snake. He had kept his recruitment of Lone Wolf a secret, yet Black Snake was aware of it, indicating she had to be Marissa. This revelation made sense to him; Black Snake’s way of speaking had always reminded him of the village girl. With this realization, he figured out her reason for taking on Amiri’s mission—likely she feared someone else might take the job and kill him

This insight sweetened his heart

From the driver’s seat, Domenic, catching sight of his boss’s bright smile through the rearview mirror, ventured, “Mr. Daniels, has something good happened?”

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“Yes,” Connor answered with a light tone

Domenic restrained his curiosity, not daring to ask more. It was rare to see anything make Connor, who was normally composed, so visibly joyful. This was the first instance Domenic had witnessed him smiling so unabashedly. Unconcerned with Domenic’s curiosity, Connor typed into his phone, “Mr. Black Snake, how did you come to know about my deal with Connor?”

Black Snake stated, “I’ve established my own sources within the circle.”

Connor responded, “My aim isn’t to challenge you. I’m here to keep you safe.”

Black Snake questioned, “What exactly do you mean by that?”

Connor explained, “I want to be close enough to ensure your safety.”

Curious, Black Snake probed further, “Are you considering betraying your boss?”

Connor asserted, “I’m committed to safeguarding my boss, but I’ll look out for you too. Nobody can hurt you—only I have that right.”

Meanwhile, Marissa was in a restaurant, savoring her beef noodles. As she juggled between eating and responding to Lone Wolf, the tone of their exchange became romantic. She wondered if Lone Wolf was making advances. After a brief pause, she typed back, “Just to be clear, I’m a guy.”

Lone Wolf’s message came quickly. “I’m aware of that.”

Marissa was taken aback. The image of the slightly chubby man dressed in black that she had encountered earlier made her wonder: Was Lone Wolf gay? To make Lone Wolf give up the wrong idea, she quickly typed out, “I like women!” After sending the message, she immediately logged off the Dark Net, her cheeks warming with a flush. It dawned on her why Lone Wolf had agreed so readily to join her in taking down Amiri. It wasn’t for the money. He was probably interested in her. How irritating! The more she pondered it, the more it bothered her. She hurriedly finished her noodles and rushed back to her little flower shop

Her shop was a covert sanctuary, nestled in an old, unnoticed neighborhood full of secrets. Once there, she watered the flowers and sat in silence for a moment. As darkness fell, she changed into her outfit and headed to the Doomsday Base branch. The uniform for the Doomsday Base’s chief instructor was a flowing ensemble of black garments with a veil that shrouded the face, making her resemble a dark butterfly flitting through the nightnoveldrama

Following the directions provided by Aelfric, Marissa reached an ancient house in the city center. In Blebert, where real estate was at a premium, having such a spacious, old house in the downtown area signified significant influence. Aelfric had chosen well. Standing at the entrance, Marissa eyed the large sign overhead—Doomsday Base Blebert Branch

The gates were firmly shut. Just as she was about to knock, a bright red Lamborghini rolled up beside her. Wesson, flanked by bodyguards, emerged in a wheelchair. Marissa’s brow furrowed. This man, whom she had previously beaten up, was out here in the dead of night instead of resting at home. What was he planning? Before she could do anything, Wesson arrogantly demanded, “Who are you? What are you doing here? Do you know what this place is?”

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