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Chapter 602:

Paul’s life experiences had reached legendary status, igniting a fiery curiosity within Marissa. When Paul mentioned something from five years earlier, his face lit up with excitement. Seizing the moment, Marissa asked, “Did you remember something?”noveldrama

“I’m not quite sure. Every time I try to remember the past, my mind goes blank. But five years ago, a voice whispered in my ear, urging me to find that chip.”

“The chip from the Doomsday Base?” Marissa asked.

Paul nodded, his expression open and honest. “Exactly. I’m not sure what’s on the chip or why it’s important to me, but I felt it was essential that I got it.”

“Do you recall how the chip ended up at the Doomsday Base?” Marissa probed further. She had a particular reason for asking this question. She remembered King telling her that a research doctor involved in organ-on-a-chip technology had sent him the chip.

Knowing Paul’s extraordinary past, she boldly wondered if Paul could be linked to that researcher. Taking a greater leap, she even considered if Paul might be that very researcher.

Yet, she knew the likelihood was slim. King had said the research doctor was nearing the end of his life and struggling with mental health issues.

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Paul didn’t delve deeply into Marissa’s inquiry but simply responded, “I don’t know.”

He sighed heavily. “This is all very troubling for me. I can’t understand why I suddenly remembered the chip or knew it was at the Doomsday Base.”

“What did you plan to do with the chip?” Marissa asked.

“I don’t know,” Paul confessed, his expression one of despair. “I’m at a loss. There was a persistent voice in my head, pushing me to get the chip quickly, hinting at danger if it was misplaced.

I once thought I was losing my mind and consulted many doctors. They all reassured me my mental state was stable. That made me believe this chip must be a part of my past.”

“That was why you sent Clarissa to steal the chip from the Doomsday Base?” Marissa asked.

Paul nodded silently. Stealing was dishonorable, and under Marissa’s piercing gaze, he felt distinctly uncomfortable.

Marissa, sensing his discomfort, couldn’t help but tease, “Setting aside whatever connection you once had with that chip, it now belongs to the Doomsday Base. Don’t you think you ought to have a frank discussion with King about it?”

Paul coughed awkwardly. “I actually didn’t plan to steal it. I meant to have a proper discussion with King, but at that time, he was nowhere to be found, and I couldn’t reach him. I was so—”

Marissa rolled her eyes and taunted him mercilessly. “Was it really stealing? Why so many excuses? You talk as if you had no other choice, as if you’re still honorable. How can you say that with a straight face?”

Paul’s embarrassment deepened, and he looked down, unable to meet Marissa’s eyes. Who would have imagined that the formidable leader of the Paul Group would seem so meek in front of a young woman, like a child being reprimanded by their parents?

Observing Paul, Marissa felt both annoyed and amused. She found his demeanor somewhat charming yet also reprehensible. Did he know that the person he sent, Clarissa, had nearly ended her life?

With a frosty demeanor, she pressed on. “If you’re so remorseful about your actions, why didn’t you approach King to apologize once he returned to the Doomsday Base?”

Paul cleared his throat again, his discomfort evident. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I learned that the attempt to take the chip caused a conflict with your Doomsday Base, and even your chief instructor, Black Mallow, was injured. Fearing further tensions between our groups, I hesitated to come forward…”

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