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

the family and turned to her. “Tiffany, since you are older 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

live in the large princess bedroom. This had long irritated Ayla, who had proudly taken over the room a few days earlier. Now, with all her family members thinking she had Dr. Riss’s support

Ayla was still lost in thought, a series of loud bangs erupted from upstairs. A maid quickly descended the stairs in a state of panic and blurted

with everyone else following close behind. When they reached the second floor, they

only discarded her everyday items and expensive jewelry but also her certificates and trophies—each of her proud achievements was now treated like

you ill-mannered brat, how could you treat your cousin

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

years. It’s my turn

smirk. “My father bought this villa, and you are living in my house. Unless I say so, you’re not entitled to