Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 1086:

In Kim’s hand was a human head, its skin marred by dried blood. The eyes were wide open, frozen in an expression of raw terror and anger, as though the person had died with something left unsaid.

Clarissa didn’t recognize the head’s owner, nor did she understand why Kim was showing it to her. The sight made her stomach churn, and before she could stop herself, she vomited, her body revolting against the horror.

“Ha ha…” Kim chuckled darkly, the sound of his laughter low and unnervingly hollow. It wasn’t a laugh of amusement, but more of a chilling release, like the sound of a man who found nothing in life worth feeling.

After his laugh died down, he spoke in an almost leisurely tone. “You’ve worked alongside Paul, been on the front lines, seen blood spilled. Yet you’re still this timid?” Clarissa fought to regain her composure, her stomach still lurching as she steadied herself.

“I’m not scared,” she replied, her voice shaky but defiant. “Just disgusted.”

Kim’s gaze softened, but only slightly. “Well said. Just as I expected from someone trained by Paul. I didn’t pick you for nothing; you’ve got guts.”noveldrama

He picked her?

Clarissa’s mind raced, but she couldn’t quite grasp what Kim meant by that. What had he picked her for?

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Before she could gather the courage to ask, Kim’s voice cut through her thoughts. “Aren’t you curious whose head this is?”

“Whose is it?” Clarissa asked.

“It’s Q’s,” Kim said coolly. “The very same one who worked with you to develop that new hybrid virus, hoping to bring his daughter back to life and achieve immortality for himself. The mad scientist, Q.”

By now, Clarissa had regained some of her composure. “How can you prove it’s really Q?”

Although she had worked closely with Q for years, she had never seen his true face. She didn’t even know whether Q was male or female—just that Q held a position of significant power within the shady organization. She wasn’t naïve enough to believe that a head, no matter how gruesome, would be proof enough.

Despite her skepticism, Kim remained unruffled. Instead, he nodded, a faint trace of approval in his eyes. “Not bad,” he said. “You don’t trust easily. You can think for yourself. Not a fool.”

With that, he took out his phone, his movements calm and deliberate, and began to play a video for Clarissa.

The video unfolded in horrifying detail: Q’s daughter was obliterated, her body reduced to dust in an instant. Next, the screen showed Q’s ship erupting in a violent explosion, sinking beneath the waves in a fiery, destructive collapse. Finally, the video showed Q being captured, tortured mercilessly, each frame more brutal than the last.

When the video ended, Clarissa’s legs nearly gave way beneath her. Her mind was reeling, but she couldn’t deny the truth now. Kim’s words held weight.

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