Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 1002:

Paul looked troubled, a heavy weight settling on his shoulders.

He knew Marissa didn’t have feelings for Everett, yet breaking the engagement seemed almost impossible.

Paul glanced at Everett, observing his face closely for any reaction.

Everett remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Finally, Paul spoke, his tone serious.

“Everett, there’s a lot I haven’t told you about these enemies.

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I think it’s time you knew.

These people aren’t ordinary—they’re part of a powerful international syndicate, a group capable of toppling governments, with influence beyond anything you could imagine.”

Paul took a deep breath, continuing, “Years ago, my work in organ-on-chip research caught their attention.

They forced me to conduct dangerous experiments under their control.

Eventually, I couldn’t stand it anymore and managed to escape with my research.

That’s why I ended up on that cliff.

Now that they know I’m back with the Nash family, there’s no doubt they’ll come hunting for my research, and they won’t hesitate to do whatever it takes to get it.

This isn’t just a fight—it will be bloody, and lives could be lost.

The engagement between you and Marissa was a promise I intended to keep.

But I can’t shake the guilt of dragging the Brock family into this mess.”

Paul sighed, a mixture of guilt and helplessness in his eyes.

Marissa glanced at Everett, her gaze steady as she spoke.

“Mr. Brock, as my father’s daughter, I have no choice but to stand by him, no matter how dangerous it gets.

This battle could cost me everything.

I’m not fit to be anyone’s wife under these circumstances, and to me, the only respectful thing to do is to break off our engagement now.

“I’ll never forget the kindness the Brock family has shown us.

As long as I have breath, I’ll find a way to return the favor.”noveldrama

Marissa and Paul both watched Everett, anticipation and uncertainty flickering in their eyes.

After a pause, Everett’s lips curved into a slight smile.

“You know,” he began calmly, “my grandfather and I have kept an eye on those enemies for years.

We’ve known from the start that they’re a force to be reckoned with.

But we’ve never entertained the thought of stepping back, nor has breaking this engagement ever crossed our minds.

A promise is a promise—for life.

Neither my grandfather nor I believe in turning away.” He turned his gaze to Marissa, his expression softening with unmistakable affection.

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