Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 1087:

Stumbling backward in disbelief, she whispered, “I don’t understand. Q had such power and influence within the organization, why would you kill him?”

Q had been killed in the most brutal, unforgiving way imaginable.noveldrama

Kim’s laughter was chilling, almost mocking. “He was just someone favored by the previous boss. To me, he was a traitor. In my world, those who follow me thrive. Those who oppose me… well, they end up like Q.”

Clarissa couldn’t suppress the violent shiver that ran through her. Every nerve in her body screamed with fear, and her spine stiffened as though a cold hand had gripped it. Kim’s presence was suffocating, his very being exuding an aura of terror that sent ice-cold tremors through her.

His words flowed effortlessly, calm and casual, almost with a touch of amusement, yet they carried an undeniable weight. It was as if he spoke from a place of detached pleasure, a predator savoring the fear of their prey. To Clarissa, it felt as though he were a devil rising from the very depths of hell, his chilling presence suffocating the air around them.

Clarissa recalled Kim saying he had picked her. And with that choice came only two paths: one where she bowed to his will, followed his every command, and lived to serve him… or the other, a much darker fate—ending up like Q, meeting a cruel and miserable death.

With all the strength she could muster, Clarissa forced the fear down into the pit of her stomach. Her voice trembled as she asked, “Mr. Kim, what do you want me to do?”

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Kim didn’t rush to answer Clarissa’s question. Instead, he asked, “Are you deeply hurt because Paul discarded you, Clarissa?”

Firmly pressing her lips together, Clarissa nodded, her voice heavy with emotion. “For years, I stood by him as if he were my own father, giving my all to prove myself a devoted daughter. Yet, it all came to nothing.”

Tears welled up in Clarissa’s eyes, each one a testament to her deep-seated bitterness and pain. She had nearly succeeded in closing the emotional distance with Paul, nearly securing a familial bond. How could everything crumble so abruptly?

“Do you despise him?” Kim asked further.

Expelling the words with force, Clarissa replied, “Absolutely! He showed me no fatherly affection, despite my admiration and reliance on him. After he met his real daughter, he dismissed me like I was nothing. Does the fact that I grew up by his side count for nothing against his blood ties with Tiffany? Are blood ties more important than anything else? Overshadowing years of loyalty and care?”

“How profound is your hatred? Would you go as far as to end his life and claim his legacy?” Kim asked.

Clarissa tensed, her body stiffening at the thought. Her hatred was intense, yet the idea of exacting such vengeance on Paul seemed beyond her grasp—he loomed too large, too formidable.

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