Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 681:

“Mr. Kevin, that’s very gracious of you. I’m quite flattered.”

“President Nash, you deserve such consideration. You chose to keep a low profile, concealing your true status earlier, and I had to pretend ignorance, but here on the top floor, I must uphold the proper etiquette; otherwise, it would appear like I lack manners.”

Something about Kevin’s demeanor struck a familiar chord with Marissa. She hadn’t decided if he was an ally or adversary, but she found him oddly appealing.

When someone is visually appealing, one tends to speak to them more warmly. Marissa found herself smiling unconsciously. “Mr. Kevin, you are quite handsome and charismatic, a promising young man.”

“President Nash, you’re younger and more promising than I am,” Kevin responded with a smile.

“Once considered a failure, you’ve gained our boss’s favor, risen to become the president of the Peridot Consortium, and even prompted our boss to appoint me as your acting president. I’m really shocked.”noveldrama

Kevin didn’t know much about what happened at Skytop Mansion. Paul had blocked the information, and it wasn’t appropriate for Kevin to investigate. For him, Marissa’s sudden appointment was a surprise.

Marissa offered a faint smile, choosing not to reply.

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Kevin, ever perceptive, courteously suggested, “There is still some time before the meeting begins. President Nash, please feel free to relax in the office.”

Marissa nodded slightly and followed Kevin to the office.

Once Marissa settled on the sofa, Kevin instructed, “I need to have a private discussion with the president. Everyone, please leave.”

The others complied, walked out, and closed the office door behind them.

Since Kevin recognized her as Tiffany and was familiar with her appearance, Marissa felt no need to conceal her face. So, she removed her mask.

As she did so, Kevin placed two steaming cups of coffee on the table and settled on the sofa beside her.

Upon seeing her unmasked face, Kevin hesitated, his gaze lingering on her.

After about ten seconds, he realized it might be rude to keep staring, so he averted his gaze and busied himself with sweetening Marissa’s coffee.

Marissa smiled and said, “Kevin, aren’t you going to remove your mask?”

Kevin broke a sugar cube in half, returned one half to the plate, stirred the other half in Marissa’s coffee, and responded casually, “I’m not much to look at. If you saw my real face, you might find it off-putting and decide I’m not worth talking to.”

He then pushed the cup of coffee toward her with a smile. “Please, enjoy your coffee.”

Marissa glanced at the coffee and the remaining half of the sugar cube on the plate. As she did, a flicker of nostalgia washed over her

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