Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 1085:

Her cry echoed into the empty space, unheard; her fall unseen.

She lay on the frosty pavement for hours, drifting in and out of consciousness, without the will to rise.

Her eyes stared vacantly at the gray sky above, bitterness curdling into deep-seated hatred.

She despised Paul for his emotional detachment and loathed Marissa for stealing her place in his heart.

Had Marissa not been in the picture, Clarissa believed she could have melted Paul’s heart and secured the paternal love she craved.

Her resentment was palpable. She clawed at the cold ground, her nails breaking, her fingers bleeding. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the torment inside.

“You really can’t let go, can you?” A deep male voice broke the silence.

Startled, Clarissa snapped her head toward the voice.

A man in a dark robe stood nearby, an enigmatic figure. His time of arrival was unknown, and he loomed like a shadow. Tall and imposing, his face obscured, he radiated an eerie presence even without revealing his features.

His words, though not threatening, sent a chill through her. Fear tightened its grip on her, the cold seeping deeper into her bones.

“Who are you?” she demanded, her voice a blend of fear and defiance.

The man draped in an ominous black robe seemed to have anticipated Clarissa’s question, and he wasn’t one to shy away from revealing his identity. With unsettling calmness, he spoke. “I am Kim, the mastermind behind Q.”

The name “Kim” felt utterly ordinary—after all, it was as common as dust. Countless people around the world bore that name. But the moment Clarissa heard that this man was the mastermind behind Q, it hit her like a bolt of lightning. Wasn’t that the infamous boss of the shady organization? A cold shock ran through Clarissa’s veins, freezing her thoughts in place. She didn’t dare entertain another thought—she knew, deep down, that the man standing before her was someone terrifying, someone she couldn’t mess with.

Using every ounce of strength she had, she managed to push herself upright, standing before Kim as if every bone in her body knew to bow in respect. She dared not show even the slightest hint of disrespect.

Kim seemed pleased with her reaction, his lips curling into a sinister smile as he let out a few dark chuckles, almost as if he were applauding her quick response.

Despite the overwhelming terror swirling around her, Clarissa wasn’t foolish enough to take everything Kim said at face value. Standing as straight as she could, she hesitated and then asked cautiously, “How do I know you’re really Mr. Kim?”noveldrama

As if he had already anticipated her doubt, Kim said nothing. Instead, he reached into his flowing robe and pulled out a bag, casually opening it in front of Clarissa.

Clarissa’s eyes locked onto the bag, her breath catching in her throat. When the bag opened and its contents were revealed, she recoiled, a scream ripping from her throat. “Jesus!”

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