Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 65:

Domenic held the door of the Rolls-Royce open, waiting for Connor to climb in. Yet, Connor didn’t hurry. Instead, he turned to gaze at the dimly lit grassy expanse. There, he caught a glimpse of a slim figure darting away and allowed himself a small smile. It was only when the figure vanished into the darkness that he redirected his attention and stepped into the car, bound for the Palace Hotel

Marissa first went back to her flower shop. After changing her appearance, she hailed a taxi to the Palace Hotel. To ensure Connor wouldn’t recognize her, she donned a golden suit and a matching mask, pulling her long hair back in a tight bun. This outfit made her appear very sharp and professional, a drastic change from her usual casual attire

Upon her arrival at the Palace Hotel, she headed directly to the presidential suite on the top floor, following the address Ferris had provided. As she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Domenic, Marc, and Terry standing guard outside the door. Pushed to her physical limits and feeling particularly irritable, Marissa had little patience for the three people guarding the door. As she approached, the guards straightened, prepared to intercept her, but she simply tossed her certificate at them and barged into the suite like a whirlwind

Domenic, Marc, and Terry were momentarily speechless. They quickly checked her certificate, confirming it indeed belonged to Riss. It was a Special Talent Certificate, lacking a photograph but equipped with advanced security features. No one could forge it

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that perfume she’s wearing? It smells incredible. Doctors usually prefer the smell of disinfectant, right? Seems like miracle doctors have a unique

mask conceals her face, her presence is unmistakably elegant, and her figure is dignified. Even if she’s a dissolute woman,

Riss’ motives. Stay vigilant and keep your

shut the door behind her. Turning around, she caught sight of Connor seated on the sofa, his gaze lifting to meet hers. She blinked, her nerves fluttering. Connor had just showered. He had swapped his

feeling heat rise in her cheeks even behind her mask. The room was silent. Connor, sitting gracefully, looked at Marissa from head to toe and then said with a smile, “Doctor

“Mm.” Marissa nodded

at his watch and let out another chuckle. “Dr. Riss, you mentioned wanting to sleep together and seemed quite urgent, yet you’re two hours late.

of his teasing, Marissa kept her silence. Her patience was running thin, and she couldn’t stay up any longer. She stepped closer to Connor. The nearer she got, the more intoxicating his scent became, intensifying her

slender frame, her grip was strong. With a determined push, she threw Connor onto the bed