Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 601:

Facing Marissa’s questioning, Paul awkwardly pressed his lips together and cautiously suggested, “Marissa, why don’t you sit down and have something to eat first? Once you’re full, we can discuss everything slowly, okay?”

Watching this interaction, Elvis couldn’t help but shrug in amusement.

His formidable boss, who had confronted countless perils and challenges, now appeared humble and cautious in Marissa’s presence. Just one stern glance from her was enough to make Paul visibly nervous.

Marissa scrutinized Paul’s demeanor carefully. He seemed to have been diligent about following her advice to take his medication, as he looked noticeably better than their last meeting.

Moved by the thought of this elderly man battling illness, she couldn’t bear to maintain a stern expression any longer and obediently took a seat.

Paul swiftly and attentively served her food, urging, “Try this. It’s delicious. And this one too. It’s quite good.”

Before long, Marissa’s plate was filled to the brim. Not wanting to disappoint Paul’s warm hospitality, Marissa picked up her fork and began to eat. After the prolonged fight, she found herself genuinely hungry. Throughout the meal, Paul continued to serve her with evident joy.

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Under Paul’s attentive care, Marissa ate until she was comfortably full. Sensing he was about to offer more, she politely declined. “I’m full. Please don’t serve me any more food.”

Paul’s serving of food paused abruptly. He glanced up at her, his expression tinged with concern. “Are you really full?”

“Yes,” Marissa affirmed with a nod.

Paul’s disappointment flickered briefly across his face, as if he hadn’t quite savored the moment of serving her enough.

After a moment of silence, he finally laid down his fork. Marissa mirrored his action, setting down her utensil, dabbing her mouth with a napkin, and returning to her earlier query. “Mr. Alvarado, can you now explain why you took that chip?”

“Absolutely,” Paul replied. He exchanged a glance with Elvis, who comprehended immediately and quietly exited, closing the door behind him. Alone now, Paul continued, “Marissa, before I delve into the chip issue, I need to share the history of Paul Group.”

“Is this related to why you stole the chip?” Marissa asked, perplexed.

“Indeed, it is.”

“In that case, please continue.”

Paul pondered for a moment, then averted his gaze and began to narrate. “Marissa, in our last encounter, you diagnosed that some of my memories are gone. You were correct. I have indeed lost many memories, and I’m unsure why they’re missing.

Fifteen years ago, I awakened in an operating room with a blank mind, devoid of any memories.

The doctor informed me that my name was Paul Alvarado, and I was the proprietor of a small international trading company.

He explained that I had been hospitalized due to injuries sustained in a car accident.

The small international trading company mentioned by the doctor is the nascent Paul Group, generating just a few hundred thousand dollars in annual revenue.

I had grown up in an orphanage without parents or family, with the trading company being my sole possession.

I remained in the hospital for three months, but my memory never returned. Everyone identified me as Paul, yet I had no personal recollection of being him. To me, Paul was a stranger.

Upon discharge, I took possession of personal documents and assumed responsibility for running the small trading company. Over time, it transformed into the Paul Group that exists today.”

Marissa couldn’t hide her amazement at this revelation. Paul, having lost his memory entirely and starting anew, had transformed a modest trading company into the vast Paul Group.

It showcased his exceptional talent and intelligence.

Paul lowered his head, sighed, and continued, “Despite accumulating vast wealth over the years, I’ve never experienced true happiness, feeling a persistent emptiness.

For reasons unknown, I was plagued by fear and sadness regarding the life I’ve left behind.

Devoid of those memories, I was deeply troubled, yet hesitant to unearth them. My inner world was fraught with contradictions, profoundly disrupting my sleep. Tormented incessantly, I increasingly perceived life as devoid of meaning.”

Suddenly, Paul looked up. “But five years ago, something started to surface in my mind.”

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