Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 210:

As Marissa changed her clothes, Connor waited patiently in the living room, surrounded by Domenic, Marc, and Terry, who anxiously anticipated the challenging negotiation ahead in the Starlight Hall. Connor, once fiercely determined to kill Amiri, now seemed unexpectedly passive, providing no directives as the crucial meeting approached

The silence grew heavy until Domenic could no longer bear it. “Sir, what’s our strategy for dealing with Amiri? Should we prepare for a confrontation?”

“Just wait for my instructions,” Connor replied, his tone light yet firm

Domenic, Marc, and Terry exchanged worried glances, having no option but to trust Connor’s command. At that moment, Marissa stepped out of her room, stunning everyone present

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Marissa’s choice of wardrobe defied that expectation. She was dressed extravagantly in a high-end gown designed by Sara, complete with crystal shoes, sophisticated makeup, and expensive jewelry. To the uninformed, she looked ready for a grand ball, not a perilous negotiation. If she were Tiffany, they might think she was a fool. But she was

response was a smile as dazzling as her attire. After their breakfast, they

ready to personally escort them. Upon arrival, Elvis courteously addressed Connor. “Mr. Daniels, according to the Sunrise’s security

Connor acknowledged with a nod. Following Elvis’s cue, a staff member stepped forward,

concluded, Connor inquired,

you for your cooperation, Mr. Daniels. Please come in.” Holding Marissa’s hand, Connor led the way into the Starlight Hall, with Domenic, Marc, Terry,

sealing the room in quiet solitude. Inside, Amiri had been waiting. He rose to greet them with a warm smile. “Mr. Daniels, it’s a pleasure to meet

decidedly less friendly than their leader. The elegant man from the previous day was also there, standing beside Amiri. Connor did not acknowledge Amiri. He surveyed the room with

again, flashing a charming smile. “Is this beautiful lady

remained expressionless, his face as cold as ice, which visibly discomfited Amiri. Marissa, on the other hand, responded with a radiant smile. “Oh, aren’t you the charmer! I’m delighted by your compliments. Do go on—I’m all