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Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 742
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Chapter 742: Kevin typed, "Black Snake, have you reserved a table yet?" Marissa glanced at the clock; it was already 7:30. Thad slipped away while she was engrossed in conversation with Q. With a sheepish shrug, she responded to Kevin's email. "Are you there already?" Kevin responded with a simple, “Yes.” Realizing her oversight, Marissa typed back, "Sorry, I forgot to reserve a table. Can you handle it since you're already there?" Marissa had already treated Kevin as her brother, making requests with ease and assurance. However, Kevin was in the dark about Black Snake being Marissa, and he didn't even know whether Black Snake was male or female. Under these circumstances, Marissa's email might seem rather forward. But Kevin, ever magnanimous, didn't dwell on such details and replied swiftly, "Okay." A bit later, Kevin sent another email. "Private Room No. 8." Marissa chuckled, her amusement evident as she considered Kevin's nice attitude toward Black Snake. She wondered what his reaction might be if he discovered that she was Black Snake. After chuckling, Marissa put her phone away and turned to the children, saying, “Mom has to step out for a bit to take care of sthings. You two have dinner with Dad tonight, okay?" Lawrence's and Lindsay's faces fell immediately. They had hoped to spend the evening with both Marissa and Connor. Noticing their gloom, Marissa felt a twinge of regret, but her plans were pressing. She gave their cheeks a gentle squeeze as an apology and then rose to leave. Once Marissa had departed, both children turned their disappointed gazes on Connor. He simply shrugged, sharing their sentiment.

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"Dad, what is Mom going to do?" Lindsay inquired. "She's meeting someone for dinner," Connor explained. "Who is she meeting?" Lawrence chimed in. "A man," Connor replied. "A man?" Lindsay's eyes grew wide with astonishment. “Dad, are you okay with Mom having dinner with a man at night? Aren't you worried that Mom might leave with him?" Connor's expression faltered slightly. He hadn't anticipated such a mature question from a four-year-old.

Although uneasy, Connor couldn't voice his true feelings to the children. Instead, he forced a smile and said, “I trust your mom. There's no need to worry." But Lindsay wasn't convinced. "Dad, don't be too sure. Even though you're handsome, wealthy, and kind, it seems like Mom isn't very fond of you. It wouldn't be shocking if she left with another man." Your story source gVlConnor's smile faltered again. Though Lindsay's words were innocent, they sparked a real concern within him. At that moment, Lawrence added, "Lindsay's got a point. It seems like Mom doesn't really like you. Dad, you need to step up your game. Otherwise, if Mom finds someone else and leaves, it'll be too late for tears." Connor was mortified. Was his unpopularity with Marissa that transparent? Even these twin four-year-olds had picked up on it? If these little ones had noticed, surely others had as well. Was he the butt of the family's jokes every day? More than the embarrassment, a deep sense of urgency took hold in Connor's heart, a crisis he couldn't just dismiss.

After a brief silence, Connor reached out his long arms, lifted each child, and declared, "Let's go find Mom." "Yay!" Lindsay clapped enthusiastically. "Dad, you're the best." Lawrence gave a thumbs up. "Totally cool!" Connor's lips quirked up in a wry smile. Were these kids really just four? They seemed unnervingly perceptive, almost otherworldly.

Unaware of Connor and the children's plotting, Marissa had already sped off on her motorcycle from the Daniels Manor. She donned her mask and peaked cap once more and made her way directly to Duling Restaurant for her meeting with Kevin. Upon reaching the restaurant, she didn't hesitate and strode straight to the door of Private Room No. 8, pushed it open, and entered.

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The room was enveloped in silence. Kevin sat casually at the table, scrolling through his phone. He too was dressed in black but opted for a more relaxed style. Unlike her, he displayed his face openly, not bothering with a mask. Marissa was surprised by his trust in Black Snake, enough to reveal his true identity so freely. As she entered, Kevin looked up at the sound of the door, and their eyes met immediately