Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 89:

Marissa was taken aback by Connor’s audacity. Her chastity armor, concealed within her suit jacket, should have been invisible unless her clothes were removed. The realization that he had seen it implied he had undressed her, revealing a side of him she hadn’t expected—a cold, abstinent exterior masking a shameless, evil nature

She had worn the armor not out of fear of him specifically, but as a habitual precaution from her days on missions where danger was a constant threat. It was her usual practice to wear the armor to protect herself from potential harm. Now, she was grateful for her foresight. If she hadn’t worn that armor last night, she shuddered to think what might have happened with this hypocritical man. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Abruptly standing, Marissa delivered a swift kick to Connor and cursed, “Bastard!”

Unable to bear his presence a moment longer, she stormed out of the room. Connor, clutching his aching leg, chuckled darkly, pleased to have avenged himself after the previous night’s events

As Marissa exited the meeting room, she encountered Domenic, Marc, and Terry huddled by the door, clearly eavesdropping. The three men offered awkward smiles. Previously, they had interacted with her casually, treating her as just a village girl. But now, they knew she was the distinguished Dr. Riss, and their demeanor changed completely. They seemed intimidated, particularly Terry, whose guilt was evident in his expression

she snapped. With that, she walked away without looking back. Domenic, Marc, and Terry watched her go, eyebrows raised. They had easily dismissed her as just a village girl before, even daring to talk back. But facing the ire of the renowned Dr. Riss, they

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out of the building, her phone rang—it was Betty. Now aware that this woman, who had been harsh to her since childhood, was not her biological

for days. Where have you been? I can’t even find you

involved requests for money. She responded with a hint of sarcasm, “You’ve already spent the twenty thousand

is expensive. Is twenty thousand supposed to be

more

resumed her insults. “I went to your flower shop to look for you. The neighboring

her eyes, barely containing her frustration. “Anything