Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 41:

The mood shifted abruptly from joyous to tense as Marissa’s words sank in. The family’s faces darkened with displeasure as they looked at her warily, clearly uncomfortable with her presence. They didn’t ask about the reason for her statement; their disdain was evident from their silence. Tiffany had endured countless similar treatments in the past, which had led her to become increasingly isolated within the family. Yet today, it was Marissa standing before them instead of Tiffany. She ignored their disdain and declared confidently, “I’ll be moving back today.”

“Why are you moving back? Don’t you live with Connor?” Sansa asked, her eyebrows knitting together in visible disapproval

“I’ve married Connor at the City Hall, but we haven’t had the wedding ceremony yet. It seems more appropriate for me to temporarily live here,” Marissa responded. Upon hearing this, Balthasar agreed. “Indeed, it’s not suitable for you to live with Connor before the wedding ceremony. People might gossip. You should return and stay with us.”

“Thank you, Grandpa,” Marissa said. But she didn’t go upstairs immediately, unsure of which room was Tiffany’s

than Ayla, the large princess bedroom rightfully belongs to you. However, after you left home a few days ago, we assumed you wouldn’t return, so I reassigned that room to Ayla. Your belongings have been moved to the guest room down the west corridor. You may stay there temporarily. After all,

large princess bedroom. This had long irritated Ayla, who had proudly taken over the room a few days earlier. Now, with

bangs erupted from upstairs. A maid quickly descended the stairs in a state of panic and blurted out, “Tiffany

Ayla exclaimed. Immediately, she leapt up and dashed upstairs, with everyone else following close behind. When they reached the second floor, they found Marissa in the

her everyday items and expensive jewelry

“Tiffany, you ill-mannered brat, how could you treat

the past, such a confrontation would have made Tiffany tremble with fear. But now, Marissa just laughed, her laugh bold and arrogant. “Sansa, before you talk to me about manners, shouldn’t you first understand

this room for years. It’s my turn now!” Ayla snapped back, her

smirk. “My father bought this villa, and you are living in my house. Unless I say so, you’re