?Chapter 512:
When Marissa overheard rissa addressing someone as “boss” on the phone, her excitement soared. This was the elusive boss she had been dying to discover.
Eager not to miss a single detail, Marissa edged her Bluetooth earphones closer, hanging on every word of rissa’s conversation.
Regrettably, Marissa could only hear rissa’s voice and not that of her boss. rissa sounded increasingly nervous and excited. She repeatedly affirmed, “Yes,” before concluding with, “Yes, boss, I’ll be there right away!”
After her brief exchange, rissa ended the call. Turning to one of her subordinates, she swiftly ordered, “Get my private ne ready to take off immediately. I need to see my boss!”
“Yes, ma’am,” her subordinate replied promptly.
Addressing the team of scientists, rissamanded, “Keep cracking that chip. Even if it feels like an uphill battle, give it your all. Failure is not an option. Don’t even think about living an easy life while getting a high sry!”
With a determined stride on the marble floor, rissa soon made her way outside. She was leaving Skytop Mansion to meet her boss.
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“Raise the drone!” Marissa instructed Silver Fox. “rissa is preparing to depart in her private ne. I want to observe her takeoff.”
Silver Fox promptly raised the drone to a discreet spot, capturing the scene at Skytop Mansion once again. Shortly after, rissa emerged from the mansion with her entourage in tow. Her demeanor remained cold and formidable, with a hint of lingering frustration from her encounter with the scientists earlier.
Without a pause, rissa boarded her private ne and took off swiftly. After the jet ascended into the sky, it veered southeastward. Marissa diligently tracked rissa’s location through her tracking software, determined to pinpoint the elusive boss’s movements.
Though Marissa hadn’t heard the boss’s voice or identified his identity yet, she knew that by urately tracking rissa, she might unravel the mystery surrounding this enigmatic boss. Discovering the boss could unravel many puzzles, possibly leading Marissa closer to finding Tiffany’s whereabouts.
During this period, Marissa tasked Silver Fox with investigating Mount Skytop while she concentrated on monitoring rissa. Since boarding her private ne, rissa appeared nervous, frequently consulting her subordinates.
She inquired anxiously at one point, “How do I look today? Do you think the boss will approve?”
Her subordinate reassured her, “You look splendid today. The boss will undoubtedly be pleased with your appearance. After all, you were practically raised by the boss. He is sure to love whatever you look like.”
rissa seemed content with the response and pressed further, “And my attire? Is it too formal? Could it affect the boss’s mood?”
Her subordinate continued to tter her. “Your outfit is impable. The fabric is luxurious, and it’s tailored to perfection. It not only exudes femininity but alsoplements your striking demeanor wlessly. You couldn’t have chosen better.”
rissa appeared content, her smile gentle. “I hope my attire and appearance won’t be a bother to the boss.”
Her subordinate ttered her once more, saying, “You’re overthinking it. He raised you himself. Though not by blood, your bond is stronger than with a biological father. No matter how you dress, he’ll adore you.”
rissa’s happiness grew. “Do you think we look like father and daughter?”
Her subordinate nodded, ttering her again. “Absolutely! You two are so alike. You’ve been with him since childhood. Your personality, your looks, it’s all him. You’re practically his daughter.”
“Hahaha…” rissa chuckled heartily.
Marissa, listening tentatively, pursed her lips. rissa’s moods swung like a pendulum—deeply angered moments ago, nowughing at some ttering remarks. She was unpredictable!
Nothing remarkable urred thereafter. Marissa held her phone, waiting for rissa’s private ne tond, eager to find out who the mysterious boss was. Six hourster, rissa’s jetnded
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