If the Supergirl of the past had an aura that was mysterious and powerful, then the Supergirl Mark saw today had an aura that was much more approachable.
Her appearance even looked somewhat similar to Mrs. Kent.
Wait, Mrs. Kent!
Mark's ears twitched, footsteps approached, and the images of people and objects within a five-hundred-meter radius vaguely appeared in his mind.
The next moment, Mark seemed to have discovered some earth-shattering secret and couldn't help but look excited: "You, are you Supergirl, or are you Mrs. Kent..."
"Shh~!"
Supergirl charmingly raised her index finger, signaling Mark not to make any noise.
She slowly walked toward the back door, her tone relaxed and natural, as if she had returned to her own home.
Blindspot Mark heard her say in a pleasant voice: "I left something in the room last time, take me there."
"Something?"
Mark was a little confused, but didn't think too much about it, seemingly immersed in the great honor of communicating with Supergirl.
He scratched his head: "Please follow me."
Just like that, under his guidance, Supergirl entered the interior floors of the House of Superman and soon arrived at that hidden room.
Supergirl glanced casually at the floor layout. In this location of the room, there were almost no other signs of habitation, which showed how much importance the House of Superman placed on this place.
"Very good, you go get busy."
Supergirl was very satisfied. Suppressing the joy in her heart, she said to Blindspot, who was waiting respectfully beside her: "Don't say anything. I need some quiet time, don't disturb me unless necessary."
"Alright."
Mark nodded and left, still wearing a look of excitement on his face.
Supergirl watched the departing figure with a hint of disdain in her eyes.
This silly blind man, who was restless during the day, had completely lost his bearings now that he saw the mysterious Supergirl.
Men really are single-celled organisms like paramecia, regardless of their age.
She smiled charmingly, giving her operation a score of 99.
By imitating the 'guest actor' Mira Kent to successfully portray Supergirl, she was simply a genius!
'I really didn't expect Mira to be so suitable to be Supergirl! If I were a director, I would definitely cast her as the lead in the next show!'
It's a pity that only she possessed such a discerning eye.
The fake Supergirl, the real Genevieve, gave herself a thumbs up for her crazy and bold actions tonight.
'Creak~~'
She gently pushed the door open and walked in gracefully.
Genevieve's face, as exquisite as a sculpture, could not help but show excitement at this moment.
Her heart began to beat, sometimes slow and sometimes fast.
The room was spotless; the bed, wardrobe, desk lamp, walk-in closet, bathroom, and balcony were all arranged properly, presented before her eyes in a perfect way.
'Damn rich people!'
Genevieve fiercely complained in her heart about the founder of the House of Superman.
In order to suck up to Superman and Supergirl, they had actually decorated the style in such high-impact colors as deep blue and red, and the furniture and decor looked expensive at a glance.
Genevieve calmed herself down and began to rummage through the room.
As long as she could find a personal item used by Superman or Supergirl, even a tiny hair or dandruff they left behind, she would be satisfied!
Vought's contact had said that this task didn't need to alert the Superman couple; she just needed to use her brain and get something related to them.
At this moment, she was only one final, powerful object away from success!
She started searching from the most likely place, the bed, followed by the nightstand, the floor...
Genevieve leaned down, eyes wide open. Currently wearing a face that looked exactly like Mira's, she looked like a meticulous detective.
Time ticked by second by second.
Genevieve's heart beat faster and faster.
She took a deep breath and told herself in her heart: "Don't be nervous, I'm in charge here now, I will definitely be able to find something useful..."
Just when Genevieve licked her lips, feeling parched.
'Knock, knock, knock~!'
An ill-timed knock sounded outside the room.
Genevieve didn't want to deal with it, but the knocking didn't stop.
She frowned and looked outside: "Didn't I tell Mark not to disturb me? Why knock at this time?"
Genevieve thought for a moment, and using Mira's voice, raised her volume: "Who is it?!"
A gentle female voice came from outside the door: "Miss Supergirl, we have brought a special gift."
"So annoying, it must be that guy Mark being clever."
Genevieve got up reluctantly and walked over to open the door, "You are quite thoughtful, what special gift are you bringing?"
The person outside was a thin woman, and her smile had a wild touch: "Canned herring."
Canned herring?
Genevieve didn't understand: "Can this be a gift?"
Before she could berate the other person for disturbing her time, her chest suddenly felt a sharp pain.
"Ugh..."
That woman suddenly kicked out, sending her flying several meters into the room.
"Oh~!"
Genevieve put on a mask of pain, groaning on the ground while clutching her chest, almost losing her composure, but fortunately managed to maintain it at the cost of compressing her digestive tract.
That was close!
She was shocked and uncertain; she was Supergirl now.
Subconsciously, she said to the attacker: "Who are you, why are you attacking me?"
The woman at the door walked in slowly, her eyes sharp: "And who are you?"
"I am Supergirl!"
Hope rose in Genevieve's eyes.
Although her chest still throbbed with pain from the kick, she pretended to feel nothing and struggled to stand up.
She looked at the woman at the door with a disdainful gaze and caught a glimpse of the House of Superman sponsorship logo on her body.
"Didn't Blindspot send you?"
Genevieve's gaze was firm as she questioned: "As a rookie superhero of the House of Superman, how could you not know me?"
The identity of Supergirl is great.
She had been used to being wronged alone before, and when encountering trouble, she almost thought she could only solve it herself.
The woman looked strange: "I am Natalie, you say you are Supergirl?"
"Of course!"
Genevieve looked at the wild girl who walked in, her red cape fluttering as her body slowly left the ground, hovering in mid-air in the room.
At this moment, paired with Mira's beautiful face, she was as perfect as an angel.
"How about that?"
Genevieve bolstered her own courage: "I am the owner of the House of Superman. For offending me, you should be in jail, saying hello to the black guys at the police station. However, considering you are new and didn't know, I can forgive your impudence!"
A familiar voice rang out outside the door.
It was Blindspot Mark's.
"Your heartbeat is very regular, especially when you are nervous."
The pride on Genevieve's face stiffened.
The room door was pushed open completely. Mark was leaning against the wall outside, his expression looking unchanged.
Genevieve: "You dare to disobey my orders?"
Mark didn't move, not wanting to pay attention to her, but sighed to himself: "Natalie, if you had come any later, I wouldn't have been able to keep up the act. Is the person still alive?"
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