Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 878:

The ship was a massive, opulent vessel, bustling with activity. The deck was brightly lit, its lights shimmering against the night. As the jet began landing, Marissa looked out and saw a crowd awaiting her arrival. An elderly man with gray hair led the group, flanked by people in white gowns and bodyguards in sharp black suits.

Marissa squinted through the window, trying to determine if the gray-haired man was Q. Her father had mentioned that Q was around sixty, but she hadn’t expected him to look so aged. Therefore, she doubted he was Q.

As the jet finally touched down, Marissa calmly disembarked, taking in the scene without uttering a word. The elderly man approached her with a wide smile, his eyes gleaming as he looked her over. “My little Marissa, we finally meet.”

“Are you Q?” Marissa asked directly.

“Yes, indeed.” The old man nodded.

Marissa couldn’t help but give Q a once-over. Life at sea clearly hadn’t been kind to him. At sixty, he looked far older than his years, with sparse, thinning hair and a frail appearance. It seemed that his obsession with longevity had taken its toll on him.

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As Marissa’s thoughts wandered, Q continued, “My name is Charlie Marshall. You can call me Charlie. I worked alongside your father, so it’s appropriate that we call each other by our first names. But if you prefer sticking with Q, that’s fine too. It’s all just trivial details.”

Marissa’s lips twitched in subtle disdain. After a brief pause, she decided to bypass the small talk. “Where is Tiffany?” she asked.

Q chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Marissa, I can’t let you meet Tiffany just yet.”

“Why not?” Marissa snapped, clearly irritated. “Do you intend to break your promise?”

“Not at all,” Q replied with a charming smile. “I’m known for keeping my promises, but you need to prove you’re the real Dr. Riss.”

His gaze grew steely, and despite his grin, an unmistakable aura of menace surrounded him. The implication was clear: if Marissa could prove she was Riss, he would honor his promise and treat her as a valued guest. If she failed, he would unleash his wrath.

Marissa met his steely gaze with unwavering resolve. “And how am I supposed to prove that?”noveldrama

Q’s smile grew more sinister as he lowered his eyes and then met her gaze again. He replied leisurely, “Dr. Riss is renowned for her exceptional skills in medicine and surgery, and she’s celebrated as the top surgeon. I’ll test your surgical prowess today.”

Before Marissa could respond, Q turned sharply and, with a swift motion, drew a dagger. He thrust it into the heart of one of his subordinates.

“Ah!” A cry of pain filled the air as the man collapsed, blood rapidly pooling around him. Everyone recoiled in horror, but Marissa stood still, her face calm and unflinching. Q had plunged the dagger deep into his subordinate’s heart, clearly intending to kill

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