?Chapter 457:
When the image of that familiar person surfaced in her mind, Marissa was taken aback, as if a tempest had entered her thoughts. Despite this, her countenance remainedposed, and she gradually shut her eyes, closing thempletely to block out any external distractions.
She meticulouslypared the two mental images of the figures, examining them from various perspectives and scrutinizing every detail.
Uponpleting her assessment, she reopened her eyes slowly, a deep and mysterious smile ying at her lips. “So, it’s her.”
As Marissa contemted with closed eyes, Marc and Terry stood silently, hesitant to interrupt her. Upon hearing Marissa’s voice, Marc promptly inquired, “Chief Instructor, what have you concluded?”
“I’ve identified the person who shot me,” Marissa disclosed.
“Who is it?” Terry queried eagerly. “Chief Instructor, just tell me her name, and I’ll make sure she regrets it.”
“rissa Byrd, president of the Peridot Consortium,” Marissa stated impassively.
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Marc and Terry were both visibly stunned.
“Are you serious?” Marc questioned, his voice filled with disbelief. “Chief Instructor, is the president of the Peridot Consortium a woman?”
“Yes,” Marissa affirmed with a nod. “I’ve verified her identity and met her once.”
After a brief pause, Marc asked, “What is the history between rissa and you, Chief Instructor? When she targeted you at the Doomsday Base, it was clearly premeditated. She clearly wanted to kill you.”
“Exactly,” Terry interjected, analyzing the situation. “It’s said they were there for the file bag, but it appeared their primary goal was to assassinate you.”
Marissa nodded in agreement. “I’m still uncertain why rissa holds such a deep grudge against me. I must capture her and find out.”
In fact, Marissa believed rissa’s animosity toward her had evolved. Previously, Xander had informed her that rissa envied ck Mallow’s abilities and sought to eliminate her. The incident at the Doomsday Base, where Marissa was shot, likely stemmed from this jealousy.
“Now, despite mistakenly believing she was Tiffany rather than ck Mallow, the chief instructor of the Doomsday Base, rissa continued to harbor resentment toward her, resorting to cyberbullying. The motive behind this newfound grudge remains unclear.”
After listening to Marissa, Marc and Terry both nodded in agreement.
Marc then inquired, “Chief Instructor, when do we n to barge into Skytop Mansion? I’ll request leave from Mr. Daniels in advance so I can be ready to assist you at any moment.”
“I can’t wait any longer!” Terry added urgently. “That woman, rissa, dared to cause trouble at the Doomsday Base and attempted to kill you, Chief Instructor. I must capture her alive and make her face the consequences of her actions against the Doomsday Base!”
Hearing their fervent words, Marissa regarded them with a doubtful expression.
Marc and Terry were perplexed by her gaze.
Marissa chuckled and taunted them, “Your loyalty is admirable, but take a good look at yourselves. Are you even capable of assisting me?”
Marc and Terry nced down at themselves, their faces flushing with shame. In their current sorry state, they would undoubtedly be a liability rather than an asset to the chief instructor in any perilous situation.
“How much debt do you owe?” Marissa inquired.
“Five hundred million,” Marc stuttered.
Marissa couldn’t help but frown. “Why such arge amount?”
Terry sighed. “It’s all from high-interest loans. I wasn’t this much initially, but thepound interest has inted it to this level.”
Marissa couldn’t resist a hint of sarcasm. “Without a secure financial n, you should focus on earning a steady ie. With your skills, you could livefortably. Don’t undertake such risky ventures without nning an exit strategy for yourselves in the future!”
Marc and Terry nodded like pupils reprimanded by a teacher. “Understood, Chief Instructor.”
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