Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 709:

“Okay,” Kevin agreed.

With their meeting scheduled, Marissa’s mood lifted. She smiled again and was about to hail a taxi when her phone rang. She looked down to see Connor’s name on the display.

Recalling their confrontation that morning where she had left Daniels Manor after angering him, she felt a mix of guilt and amusement. She wondered if his anger had subsided.

After a brief chuckle, she answered the call. “Well,” the man on the other end of the line said, “do you have time to have lunch with me?”

Marissa was pressed for time, having to analyze both the chip and the new hybrid virus Ayla was carrying. Initially, she intended to decline. However, realizing she needed to eat anyway, she changed her response. “Okay.”

“Ahem.” The man cleared his throat, a note of delight amidst the awkwardness. “My car is across the street.”

Marissa hadn’t expected him to pick her up personally. She looked up to see a black Rolls-Royce parked on the opposite side of the road.

Connor’s preference for Rolls-Royces was well-known; his garage was filled with them. Though he was driving a different car today, it was still a Rolls-Royce, distinguished only by its new license plate.

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She pocketed her phone and made her way across the road.

Before she reached the Rolls-Royce, Marc and Terry emerged from the car to greet her.

As Marissa made her way to the Rolls-Royce, she instantly noticed something off about Marc’s and Terry’s demeanors.

Observing their unusual expressions, she inquired, “What’s wrong?”

Both men seemed to struggle with their responses, their lips tight, as if disclosing the truth would implicate them in a grave misdeed.

“What is it?” Marissa laughed, amused by their apparent discomfort.noveldrama

Marc, looking sheepish, hesitated, his embarrassment palpable.

Terry moved closer to Marissa and whispered cautiously, “Chief Instructor, Mr. Daniels is behaving very oddly today. It’s as if he’s not himself. He’s been riding us hard all morning. Honestly, it’s gotten to the point where we’re utterly despondent.”

“What’s going on?” Marissa asked, her eyebrows knitting in confusion.

Terry could only offer a helpless shrug.

With a secretive glance, Marc added, “Chief Instructor, please step into the car. Should you fail to recognize the individual seated within at first glance, do not be alarmed. It is indeed Mr. Daniels.”

Marc then swung the car door open, inviting Marissa to enter.

The unsettling atmosphere caused Marissa to pause, not rushing to enter the vehicle. Instead, she cautiously peered inside

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