Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

Marissa seethed with anger at being mistaken for someone else. Her carefully laid plans had been completely ruined by Connor, and even if she regained her freedom in the future, she would be a divorced woman. This blind and rude bastard! She was consumed by the desire to tear Connor apart

Yet, at this moment, she was powerless to defend herself. His overbearing and aggressive presence forced her into submission once again. As the sun set, casting its last golden light, their car pulled into the opulent grounds of Daniels Manor. No sooner had Connor pulled her from the car than a distressed butler hurried over with urgent news

“Mr. Daniels, you must come quickly. Your grandma has collapsed again, and they’re trying to revive her. This is the third time she’s fainted. The doctors say her heart is failing, and her condition is… very critical…”

Connor’s expression twisted into one of anger. Marissa instinctively recoiled, sensing the murderous intent emanating from him. Before she could react, he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the car door. His grip was that of a madman, his hand tightening around her neck to the point where she nearly passed out

“You better hope my grandmother gets through this! If she doesn’t, I’ll make sure you’re buried alongside her!” With one last menacing squeeze, Connor let her go and stormed off towards the mansion. Gasping for air, Marissa clutched her bruised throat and coughed painfully

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current unstable and aggressive demeanor, if his grandmother passed away, she was certain she’d be buried alive alongside her! To ensure her survival until the truth came out, she

attempting to save her, but the monitors tracking her vitals indicated her blood pressure and heart rate

his face strained. Marissa, trailing behind him, held her breath. Suddenly, the heart monitor’s rhythmic beeping stopped, replaced by a continuous flat tone. The medical team paused briefly before resuming their intense efforts to resuscitate

denial. His eyes, already reddened, became wild with grief. “I don’t accept this! Keep trying! Use whatever means necessary, regardless of the cost!” The doctor sighed and said, “Mr. Daniels, your grandma’s heart has stopped. Further attempts are

breakdown. He had lost his parents at a young age, and it was his grandmother who had raised him. She was the closest family he had. “No, Grandma can’t just go like this! She wanted to see me married and meet her great-grandchildren. She said only

broke the silence with a scornful remark. “Enough, Connor. What’s the point of saying all this now?” He was Connor’s eldest brother, twenty-three years older than him. His words were sharply cutting. “Grandma died stressed out because

family leadership instead of him, her eldest grandchild. He never missed a chance to pin the blame on Connor. Usually, Connor

desire to argue. He was too overwhelmed by grief and wanted his grandmother to rest in peace. But Glenn Daniels, Connor’s