NovelEnglishChapter 791: Marissa never imagined that Blair Lyons, the research and development director at Windsoul Robots, was the one Q had entrusted to retrieve the chip. In other words, Blair was the mole Q had planted within Windsoul Robots, tasked with secretly spying on Dr. Finley for Q.
Luckily, she had never disclosed anything about Dr. Finley to Blair. In hindsight, she realized how perilous the situation had been. Blair had always seemed like a capable technician, quiet and hardworking at Windsoul Robots. He appeared to be the quintessential elite, entirely consumed by his passion for robotics.
Marissa had once held him in high regard, even suggesting to Joziah that Blair be promoted to director. She had planned to monitor him for a while and, if all went well, bring him into the core team at Windsoul Robots. She never would have guessed that Blair was in Q's pocket. His performance was flawless, so much so that she almost fell into Q's carefully laid trap.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFortunately, she had uncovered Blair's secret just in time. Marissa's eyes narrowed with dangerous intent as she lifted her gaze from her phone and surveyed her surroundings. Not wanting to tip off Q's other spies, she quickly hailed a taxi and put significant distance between herself and the Blue Shield Bar.
Although she left by taxi, Marissa kept tabs on Blair through the surveillance system. When he secured the chip and exited the Blue Shield Bar, her taxi was already two streets away.
From her backpack, she pulled out a large wad of cash and handed it to the driver. "I need to use your car." Feel the magic at galηovs.co The taxi driver, suddenly holding tens of thousands of dollars, was shocked and stammered, "Miss... Miss, what... what do you mean?" "I'm going to catch up with a friend and need to borrow your car," she said, flashing a smile.
The driver grinned back. "Oh, I see. Just givethe address and I'll speed up. I'm a great driver. You don't need to pay that much." "No, my driving is better than yours," Marissa replied.
With that, she grabbed the steering wheel and directed the car to the side of the road. "Pull over!" she commanded.
The stunning passenger suddenly exuded an authoritative presence, and the driver found himself obeying her without question. He quickly pulled over to the curb and stopped the car.
As soon as the car was stationary, Marissa got out of the passenger side, walked around to the driver's side, opened the door, and ordered him, "Please take the passenger seat." Immediately, the driver, complying without protest, moved to the passenger seat. At that moment, Marissa's demeanor was deadly serious, her eyes sharp with focus. She slid into the driver's seat, immediately turning the taxi around and speeding back toward the Blue Shield Bar.
The taxi driver, with over two decades of experience navigating the city's streets, had always considered himself the best driver in town. But watching Marissa maneuver the taxi through the heavy traffic, he was quite terrified.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe drive was a mix of danger and exhilaration, yet executed with a level of skill that left him in awe. She drove like a seasoned race car driver. He wanted to ask if she had ever raced professionally but thought better of it when he saw the intense look on her face. Instead, he quietly counted the cash she'd given him, gripping his seat as she navigated each hair-raising moment.
Just minutes earlier, the driver had taken two full minutes to travel two streets. Marissa managed to get back to the Blue Shield Bar in fifteen seconds.
As they arrived, Marissa spotted Blair hailing a taxi and leaving the bar. She trailed Blair's taxi in silence, following him all the way to the seaside. There, a private helicopter was stationed. Its doors were open, with over ten bodyguards in black standing in formation on either side. A man in a suit waited in front, watching as Blair approached.
Blair exited his taxi and headed straight for the helicopter. Marissa parked her taxi at a distance,om observing the scene unfold. She deduced that Q had arranged for this private helicopter to pick up Blair. The plan was likely to fly over the ocean to deliver the chip to Q.
This realization made her heart race with anticipation. If she could manage to stow away on that m helicopter, she could track down Q's location. And then, perhaps, she would finally find her sister, Tiffany.
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