Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

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Marissa chose not to reveal her identity as the famous doctor Riss right away, opting to keep Gerry and his son guessing and mentally agitated.

As Gerry concluded his remarks, Marissa smiled and lightly tossed the dismissive phrase, “You guess. Guess again!”

Frustration gnawed at Gerry as he clenched his teeth, burning with curiosity yet unable to act.

He had his theories. Perhaps Tiffany was closely connected to Riss, possibly as a dear friend. That would justify why Riss had provided Tiffany with numerous MindEase Elixirs.

Everyone knew the MindEase Elixir was challenging to make, making it extraordinarily valuable. Riss logically reserved such a treasure for someone close to her. So, it would only make sense if Tiffany was Riss’s close friend. Yet, in that case, why would Riss name her merely a peripheral member of her team?

These conflicting thoughts led him to discard the idea that Tiffany and Riss were close friends.

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If that assumption was incorrect, the only remaining explanation was that Tiffany might actually be Riss herself.

However, Gerry found this notion utterly implausible. Tiffany had been known as the least capable among the younger members of the Nash family, notoriously poor in both medical and pharmaceutical disciplines.

How could she have possibly tolerated years of mockery and failure if she were indeed Riss?

The transformation from a recognized failure to a top-level physician seemed far too drastic. Gerry simply couldn’t accept that Tiffany could be Riss.

Rejecting both theories left him profoundly perplexed, struggling to determine the true nature of the relationship between Tiffany and Riss.

Similarly, Crosby shared these uncertainties, feeling both confused and troubled, particularly after he lost to Tiffany, which cost him his status as the prospective family head.

This defeat ignited Crosby’s anger, making him so furious that he found himself almost wanting to physically confront Marissa.

At that moment, Marissa stood out as an enigmatic figure, captivating the entire Nash family. Every minor gesture appeared utterly mesmerizing.

She had already become the most popular person within the family.

Landen, although originally the designated successor to the family head, found himself overshadowed by Marissa. Yet he felt no jealousy—only a sense of thrill. He had figured out the truth.

The others were unaware that the woman before them was not Tiffany but her twin sister, Marissa, whom he admired as the formidable mercenary Black Snake.noveldrama

Landen had previously revered Black Snake for her unmatched prowess in battle. Now, he discovered that her medical and pharmaceutical talents were equally impressive. He had indeed chosen the right hero to follow.

Landen had deduced that his hero, Black Snake, was in fact the renowned doctor Riss.

He now realized why Riss had not met with him since making him her personal disciple. Marissa had simply been too preoccupied.

Previously, Riss not meeting him had left Landen feeling neglected with each passing day. But with his new understanding, all his previous disappointments were erased.

Landen burst out laughing, sounding slightly foolish. Crosby, puzzled by Landen’s laughter and feeling mocked, demanded angrily, “Landen, what are you laughing at? What’s so funny?”

Landen gave Crosby a quick look but chose not to answer, finding him and his father thoroughly uninteresting. At that moment, all Landen wanted was to revel in his own happiness and excitement, with no intention of ridiculing the two.

That brief look only made Crosby angrier.

His face contorted with anger as he yelled, “Landen, how dare you laugh? You are Riss’s personal disciple, and Tiffany is merely a peripheral member. Yet it’s clear Riss favors Tiffany much more than she does you—doesn’t that embarrass you?”

Landen scoffed, dismissively muttering, “Idiot.” Landen had no interest in arguing with someone he considered foolish. His only wish was to find a peaceful spot to properly appreciate his master, Marissa.

Crosby, feeling ignored, seethed with even greater fury.

“Landen! I might tolerate mockery from others, but you, who performed much worse than me in the competition—what right do you have to laugh at me? I’ll teach you a lesson today.”

As he spoke, Crosby raised his hand and swung it toward Landen.

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