Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 1082:noveldrama

Paul had initially resolved to keep Rex in the dark about the shady organization. His younger brother had always been a meek soul, lacking the courage to handle even mild adversity. Burdening Rex with such dangerous knowledge would be like tossing a featherweight into a heavyweight match, and Paul doubted Rex could stomach it.

But with Ayla’s predicament spiraling out of control, Rex had unwittingly been dragged into the murky depths of the organization’s schemes. Whether Rex liked it or not, he had to face the music.

So, Paul laid it all out for him, sparing no detail as he explained the sinister workings of the organization. He wrapped up with a grim conclusion. “The only way to save Ayla is to dismantle that vile organization.”

As expected, Rex looked like he’d seen a ghost. His timid nature had always been his Achilles’ heel, and now, staring down the barrel of this colossal problem, he was paralyzed with fear. The idea of taking on an international criminal organization felt as unattainable as lassoing the moon. How could someone as small and unassuming as him ever hope to topple such a sprawling, shadowy empire?

Paul wasn’t surprised. Frankly, he’d never pinned his hopes on Rex. Telling him the truth had been a formality, a box that needed ticking.

With a resigned sigh, Paul shifted his focus to Sansa. She had no right to be tangled in this web, but as Ayla’s mother, she was already knee-deep in it.

Sansa’s reaction mirrored Rex’s. Despite her usual firebrand attitude and penchant for theatrics, when faced with real danger, she crumbled like a house of cards. Her fear was palpable, stripping away any pretense of bravado. Paul exhaled heavily, words failing him as frustration gnawed at his patience. How had he ended up saddled with such hopeless allies?

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Thankfully, Marissa stepped in to cut through the awkward silence. Her voice was sharp, slicing through the tension like a blade. “Sansa, tell me, who sent you here today to stir the pot over Ayla?”

She had long since peeled back the layers of Sansa’s character and knew her well enough to doubt she’d muster the nerve to stir up trouble again after being punished the last time.

And yet, here Sansa was, brazenly kicking up a fuss, a sure sign that she had someone powerful propping her up. Marissa’s gut instinct whispered that whoever was pulling Sansa’s strings had ties to the shady organization. Ayla’s exceptional experimental…

The value of Ayla made her a prize that the organization wouldn’t relinquish without a fight. It was only a matter of time before they would make their move to reclaim her. Still, Marissa couldn’t quite piece together how the organization had managed to get their hooks into Sansa. Clarissa had already been shipped back to BIO Grein, and Q’s ship was nothing more than a memory after its destruction. Marissa couldn’t help but wonder who the organization had dispatched to handle their business in Blebert.

Although Marissa had stationed her men to keep tabs on Sansa over the past few months, there had been gaps in the surveillance. On those occasions, they’d failed to catch Sansa mingling with anyone suspicious. It was a clear sign that the shady organization was keeping their movements well under wraps.

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