Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 888:

Sweat trickled down the assistant’s forehead as he stammered, “Boss, you… you need to brace yourself. The explosion destroyed both Lily and the crystal coffin.”

“What did you just say?” Q erupted, grabbing his assistant by the collar, his teeth clenched in fury. “Repeat that. What happened?”

The assistant, gasping for air as Q’s grip tightened, managed to croak, “Boss, the explosion shattered Lily. She has become dust.”

Q’s stare was vacant, as if he was trying to process the horrifying news. Overwhelmed, he shouted, “How could this happen? Who did it?”

“It was Tiffany,” the assistant reported. “She overpowered the guards outside the cold room, stormed in with explosives, and destroyed Lily’s crystal coffin.”

Stunned by the gravity of the revelation, Q staggered back, his despair palpable. He shook his head and murmured to himself, “No, I can’t believe it! It’s impossible! That couldn’t have happened! My daughter… she’s waiting for me to revive her.”

Q looked like he had aged decades in an instant. His once-gray hair seemed even paler, and his strength waned. As he reeled, he nearly collapsed on the deck, only to be steadied by the assistant, who offered a sympathetic apology. “Boss, I’m so sorry.”

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“Get out of my way!” Q’s fury erupted uncontrollably. He shoved the assistant aside and staggered toward the exit, his subordinates trailing behind him.noveldrama

Marissa was stunned, unable to fathom the shocking news. She had never anticipated that Tiffany would be capable of such a dramatic and unexpected act. Tiffany’s actions had not only obliterated Q’s daughter but had also shattered his hopes and obsession. This form of revenge was a cruel psychological blow, far more devastating than death.

In Marissa’s eyes, Tiffany’s ruthless act was both shocking and thrilling. While others saw Tiffany as timid and gentle, Marissa knew the truth: Tiffany was fiercely courageous and unapologetically daring.

After a brief pause, Marissa dashed after Q. If Tiffany had reduced Lily to dust, Q would undoubtedly seek vengeance, and Tiffany would need protection. Marissa had to find her quickly.

When they reached the cold room, the scene was chaotic. The area where Lily’s crystal coffin had been was now a gaping hole. The floor around it was littered with fine dust, making it nearly impossible to distinguish which particles were from Lily and which were from the coffin.

Q stumbled into the cold room, his gaze fixed on the dust. Overwhelmed by grief, he collapsed and sank to the floor.

His hands scooped up the powder as he cried out in anguish, “Lily! Lily! My daughter! My dear daughter! Ah…” His cries of despair echoed through the room, and no one dared to move or offer comfort

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