Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 874:

“I look nothing like the man she was with. Also, I’ve aged and become frail due to illness over the years. She might not like what she sees.”noveldrama

Reading his text, Marissa sensed the difficult position her father was in. She glanced at Caylee and noticed she had fallen asleep in her wheelchair. Although Caylee had been recovering well recently, she easily became tired and often needed more sleep than others. While Marissa and her father worried about the photo, Caylee had quietly dozed off.

Marissa sighed in relief and texted Paul back, saying, “Mom has fallen asleep. Don’t worry about the photo for now.” Paul simply responded, “I see.”

In those two words, Marissa could feel both his relief and his lingering sadness. She replied, “Dad, don’t worry about how you look. I’m sure Mom will love you just as much as ever, no matter what. Once you’re back in Albert and help restore her memories, you two will still be the loving couple you were.”

Paul answered, “I believe you’re right. Your mother valued looks when she was younger and fell for me for my looks, but she’s not shallow. She’ll still love me, even though I’ve changed.”

Marissa took a photo of the sleeping Caylee and sent it to Paul, adding, “Dad, make sure you’re taking care of yourself. I’m going to wheel Mom back inside. It’s getting too windy, and I don’t want her to catch a cold.”

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Paul responded, “Okay. Take good care of her for me.”

“Don’t worry, Dad. I will,” Marissa assured him.

Paul then inquired, “Have you heard anything new from Q? Have you set a time and place to replace Tiffany?”

Marissa replied, “Not yet. I’ll let you know once I discuss with Q and we finalize the details.”

Paul responded, “Okay. I’m eager to hear what happens.”

After ending the conversation, Marissa let out a small sigh and wheeled Caylee back to the house. She took Caylee into her bedroom and gently placed her on the bed.

Suddenly, a message from Q popped up, saying, “Marissa, head to Pier 1 on the east coast. A helicopter will pick you up. Go now.”

Marissa answered, “All right.”

She hadn’t anticipated Q moving so swiftly. It suggested that even though he operated from the sea, his influence spanned continents, with operatives in Blebert as well.

After a moment’s pause, Marissa hurried downstairs, said goodbye to the Sanchez family, and headed to the pier alone. She realized Q had arranged for the quick helicopter pickup to catch her off-guard. It didn’t matter; she didn’t need time to prepare. Her primary goal was to ensure Tiffany’s safe return home. Everything else was secondary. Entering Q’s den proactively was better than being manipulated by him.

When her taxi reached Pier 1 on the east coast, night had fallen. The darkness enveloped the sea, and the pier was unlit, illuminated only by the faint starlight above the floating bridge. The pier, long abandoned, lacked street lighting and was completely deserted

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