The Beauty and the Brain by Natalie Jones novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80 

Marie, as if influenced by the aroma of alcohol on his lips, felt her mind go blank, while tears 

continued to flow. 

Sobbing, Marie struggled to find the words, “Dennis… I…” 

Dennis gently brushed his cheek against hers and whispered, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.” 

He then lowered his head, falling asleep in Marie’s embrace. 

With considerable effort, Marie managed to push him away, cover him with a blanket, and quietly leave with her bag. 

Exhausted, Marie leaned against the corridor outside the door, sitting on the ground, trying to collect her thoughts. 

Dennis was like a poison. She almost… almost wanted to tell him that she was the resurrected 

assassin. 

It was his words, “I will protect you,” that stirred these emotions within her. 

Throughout her life, she had been conditioned not to trust anyone, not to rely on anyone. The only thing she could rely on was the weapons in her hands. 

So over the years, she had transformed into a perfect assassin. She liked Seth, but it was purely liking him; she had never expected him to protect her. 

It was her role to protect Seth. 

For the first time, someone had offered to protect her. 

The idea of being an ordinary woman, hiding behind someone like what Carly did, and pretending to be weak suddenly seemed appealing. 

She yearned to be protected, to have the confidence to cause trouble because she had someone by 

her side. 

On this night, Dennis’ words, “I will protect you” and “Don’t be afraid, I’m here,” unleashed all the grievances she had endured in the past, manifesting as tears streaming down her face. 

Marie hailed a taxi downstairs, and just as Cullen arrived and parked his car, he called Dennis, “Sir, I saw Ms. Spence coming out of Glorious Estate. She seemed to be crying.” 

“Follow her, make sure she gets home safely,” Dennis instructed. 

Cullen trailed the taxi all the way to Cloudy Villa, watching as Marie entered. Once she was inside, Cullen drove away. 

Inside the house, Dennis sat up and opened his computer, but his gaze was distant, lost in thought. 

He hadn’t been truly drunk earlier; he had only wanted Marie to accompany him back and spend 

some intimate time together. 

However, something had changed in Marie when she heard the mention of the Terry Group. Dennis 

could sense her emotions shifting, as he always did whenever her emotions were in turmoil. 

So he quietly lay there, watching Marie use his finger to unlock his computer and access the emails. 

At first, he thought Marie might be an industrial spy. 

But then he realized that Marie only looked at one email before closing the laptop. 

He couldn’t fathom what one email could reveal. 

He was increasingly unable to understand Marie. No matter how good he was to her, she guarded 

her secrets fiercely, never letting go, like a dragon protecting its treasure. 

Intoxicated by alcohol, he had kissed her, sensing her feelings for him and her unspoken 

grievances. But he couldn’t comprehend why she refused to speak up. 

Now, looking at the opened email, Dennis grew even more perplexed. 

Marie had only looked at the invitation to the Terry Group’s Christmas banquet. 

He rubbed his forehead, trying to connect the dots. 

The first time, the Terry Group intercepted his belongings, and Rose helped him retrieve them. But 

at the time, the only ones who knew about the interception were him, Cullen, Clayton who was commanding the operation overseas, and Marie. 

So how did Rose find out? 

The second time, when cooperating with the Terry Group, they leaked confidential information. during the meeting. But again, the only ones who knew about it were him, Cullen, and Marie. The 

president of the Terry Group repeatedly assured them that their security measures were excellent 

and that he was not the one leaking the information. 

So who leaked the secrets and ruined the collaboration? 

And now, it was the third time. Marie opened his computer and only looked at the email from the 

Terry Group. 

Every time there was something related to the Terry Group, problems arose whenever Marie was present. The evidence was right in front of him, forcing him to believe it. 

When Cullen entered the room, Dennis was still going through the exchanged emails with the Terry Group and the information Cullen had gathered. 

“Ms. Spence has safely arrived home,” Cullen reported. 

Dennis nodded and asked, “What’s the situation with the Terry Group?” 

“Mr. Terry insists that you attend the banquet. Mr. Philemon also mentioned a possible connection between the Terry family and external forces. It might be wise to go,” Cullen replied. 

Dennis remained silent, continuing to peruse the documents. Unable to resist his curiosity, Cullen asked, “What are you looking for, sir?” 

In frustration, Dennis threw the files aside, leaned back on the sofa, and rubbed his forehead. The alcohol from earlier weighed heavily on his head. 

He didn’t know what he was searching for because he didn’t know what documents or evidence could prove Marie’s identity and link her to the Terry Group. Why did Marie repeatedly target the Terry Group? 

She was gradually becoming stronger, and Dennis initially thought it was because of the abuse she suffered in her original family, which made her feel insecure. But now it seemed more like she was desperately trying to target the Terry Group. 

“How did Rose’s investigation go?” Dennis inquired. 

Cullen shook his head helplessly. “We couldn’t find any substantial leads. There are numerous women named Rose in France, but their backgrounds are clean and straightforward. None of them match the profile of the notorious assassin. I’ve provided Mr. Philemon with all the information we gathered. He said he would take over the investigation.” 

“Tell Clayton to expedite the investigation. Regardless of what he finds, he must inform me 

immediately!” 

Cullen nodded but couldn’t resist asking, “Rose helped us once. Why do we have to investigate her 

true identity?” 

Dennis stared at the emails on his computer and suddenly said, “Continue investigating Terry Group, along with Rose! Have Clayton assign someone to handle it.” 

“Are you suspecting a connection between Rose and Terry Group?” 

Dennis sighed, realizing he had no choice but to entertain suspicions. There seemed to be a conflict between Rose and the Terry Group, and he couldn’t ignore the possibility that Marie might be 

involved. 

Once the seed of doubt is sown, it will quickly sprout. 

Behind him stood the Whitney Group, Gavin, Clayton, and Andres. They won’t tolerate any potential 

threats to his safety. 

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The last thing he wanted was for all the doubts to point towards Marie, compelling him to investigate her. However, he had to be prepared for any outcome. 

Dennis stood up and said firmly, “Carry on with the investigation, Cullen. I need the truth.” 

Cullen nodded and left Glorious Estate. 

The next day, Dennis woke up early with a severe headache. 

The effects of last night’s excessive drinking lingered, and he had stayed up late dealing with the 

Terry Group matter. 

He took a shower and walked out of the bedroom, towel-drying his hair as he strolled into the 

dining room. 

However, he froze in his tracks when he saw Marie wandering around with a cup in her hand. 

Startled, Marie turned to look at him. “You’re awake? I made some honey water for you. Drink it; it 

will help with the headache.” 

Dennis walked over and took the cup from her hand, tasting the slight sweetness of honey on his 

tongue. “Why are you here?” 

Marie smiled. “You drank too much yesterday, and I was afraid you’d feel uncomfortable in the morning, so I brought you breakfast.” 

Dennis glanced at the various dishes on the table and smiled. “When did you become so 

domesticated? And you even know about honey water?” 

Marie stuck out her tongue playfully. “Jolie taught me. I learned on the spot.” 

Dennis sat down to have breakfast, and Marie joined him, stealing glances at him from time to time. 

“What’s wrong?” Dennis asked, noticing her hesitation. 

Marie hesitated and finally asked, “Did you drink too much last night?” 

“I did. You brought me back, didn’t you? I can’t remember clearly.” 

Marie let out a sigh of relief. “Yes, I brought you back.” 

They continued eating their breakfast in silence. Dennis sensed that Marie had come to ask him if