Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 893:

Marissa feared that an imminent explosion could trap Connor in danger before she could find Tiffany.noveldrama

Connor’s expression darkened at her suggestion. “Do you seriously think I’d abandon you here alone?”

Before Marissa could respond, he seized her hand once more and pulled her along. “No more debating. I’m coming with you to find Tiffany.”

Marissa offered no further protests, running beside Connor and feeling a warm sense of comfort in his presence. Having someone around to support her was invaluable.

They maneuvered through the ship’s labyrinthine passages, ascending and descending stairs, and encountered several groups of guards in black along the way. Fighting their way through, they finally caught sight of Tiffany in a dimly lit, narrow corridor.

She was over a hundred feet away, her long black robe stained with blood, clearly indicating that she had been involved in intense battles and had survived.

As Marissa and Connor entered the corridor, they saw Tiffany sprinting away.

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“Tiffany!” Marissa called out, her voice filled with urgency.

Hearing her name, Tiffany abruptly stopped and turned around. The two sisters, separated for so long by life-threatening events, finally locked eyes.

Marissa couldn’t see Tiffany’s face since her entire figure was concealed under a black robe, and her mask obscured everything but her eyes.

With her heart racing, Marissa ran toward her sister. “Tiffany! It’s me, Marissa, your sister! I’m here to bring you home!”

Tiffany remained shrouded entirely in her dark robe, concealing any hint of emotion. As Marissa sprinted toward her, Tiffany stood motionless, rooted to the spot.

Just as Marissa was about to reach her, two heavy iron doors suddenly slammed down from the ceiling, instantly separating them.

The doors, made of iron bars, left about ten feet between the sisters, allowing them to see each other but preventing any physical contact.

Marissa desperately yanked at the door before her, trying to force it open, but it remained firmly shut. She quickly scanned the area for any control panel, but the walls were blank, offering no hint of how to release the doors.

Tiffany remained calm, her gaze unwavering, as if she had no desire to leave with Marissa.

While Marissa shook the door in panic, Tiffany said evenly, “It’s useless. You won’t get these doors open.”

Marissa stared at her, surprised by her calmness. With a sigh, Tiffany continued, “These doors weigh over a thousand pounds, and there’s no mechanism to open them. Once they are down, they stay down unless you plan on blasting them apart.”

Suddenly, a sinister laugh echoed from above. It was Q.

“Hahaha…”

When the laughter stopped, Q began his tirade, saying, “Tiffany, you took my daughter from me, and you’ll pay for that. You’ve robbed me of the chance to see her again, and I’ll make sure you and Marissa never reunite!”

Marissa glared at the monitor with frustration, shot Q a defiant middle finger, and swiftly turned back to Tiffany, saying, “Stay put. I’ll find a bomb.”

As she was about to leave, Tiffany called out, “Marissa, don’t go. Even if you blow up the doors, I’m not coming back with you.”

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