Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 511:

Marissa recognized the fury in Clarissa’s voice right away. She was angrier now than earlier in the day.

“What incompetence! Scientists? I’ve poured so much money into this, and you can’t crack a simple chip? Worthless! Some people interceded with me on behalf of you and told me the designer of this chip was some kind of eccentric genius who added a million passcodes, making it nearly impossible to break.

I understood that, so I didn’t push you off a cliff to be eaten by hawks. What about you? You requested all those expensive machines, which cost me a fortune.

I even built you a lavish lab at the peak of Mount Skytop. Five years have gone by, and you haven’t cracked a single passcode. Idiots! How can you even claim to be scientists? You’re experts at being fools!”

After her tirade, silence filled the other end of the line. Only Clarissa’s frustrated huffs were audible intermittently.

Marissa sensed that those around her were undoubtedly terrified. Nobody dared to utter a word.noveldrama

Then, after a significant pause, a man spoke up. “Miss Byrd, we’ve done everything we could.” Immediately after his words, a loud crash echoed.

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Marissa guessed that Clarissa must have thrown something, perhaps shattering a glass wall. She found it amusing. Clarissa’s temper was so fiery; she was quick to destroy things and curse people fiercely. Whenever she berated others, she lost her temper just as badly.

It was almost impossible to picture such a volatile woman playing the role of the refined presence she showed Burnet. Marissa had to concede that Clarissa was masterful at switching between roles.

Following the sound of breaking glass, someone knocked on a glass wall. Then, Clarissa’s voice filled the air once more. “Do you really think you can placate me by claiming you’ve done your best? This chip was created by a genius, with a million passcodes to crack, yet not one has been decoded in five years. Doesn’t this show you haven’t been diligent enough?”

Marissa surmised that Clarissa was at the location where the chip was concealed. Feeling fortunate, she realized Clarissa’s arrival at Skytop Mansion tonight allowed her to immediately zero in on the chip’s location, sparking a wave of excitement in her.

Then, the man’s voice emerged again. “Miss Byrd, it would be reckless for us to even think of deceiving you. You hold our lives in your hands with just a simple command. None of us would dare gamble with our survival. We consider ourselves excellent scientists, skilled in deciphering chips’ encryptions.

Yet, the person who designed this chip is a true genius, whose intellect surpasses our combined capabilities. Often, only a thin line separates a genius from the average person. Crossing this line means reaching a new level of understanding.

But a ‘genius’s’ basic concept can outmaneuver everyone below this threshold. Regrettably, none of us have ascended to that higher level. Despite five years of relentless effort, all our knowledge and energy haven’t made us crack even a single passcode.”

Clarissa, clearly uninterested in the explanation, interrupted with an exasperated sigh. “I don’t need lectures on the difference between a genius and a mediocrity. I want results.” Her outburst silenced everyone once again.

Perhaps provoked further by the scientists’ mute response, she vented her frustration by hurling objects to the floor and cursing, “Idiots! Completely useless!”

After that, Marissa heard the men’s collective sigh and couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling a twinge of sympathy for the scientists under Clarissa’s command.

She concurred with the man’s assessment—only a thin line separated a genius from the average person, much like the difference between humans and ants sharing the same space.

Humans operate in three dimensions while ants remain confined to two. In this analogy, a genius and an average person were like humans and ants.

No matter how straightforward a design by a human, an ant would remain baffled by it.

Amid their hopeless sighs, it seemed the scientists felt discussing such matters with someone as unversed as Clarissa was futile, like wasting pearls on swine.

While Marissa laughed at the unfolding drama, she suddenly caught a ringtone from Clarissa’s end.

Immediately attentive, she listened as Clarissa swiped to answer. “Hello, boss.”

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