Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 288:

In Daniels Manor, Connor spent the entire night brooding on the living room sofa in his exclusive building, refusing to go to bed even as early morning approached. Marissa had suggested they divorce again so she could better care for Tiffany’s two children. Her apparent lack of attachment to him had left him seething with anger.

He had openly expressed his pursuit of her, yet she had dismissed him so readily. To her, Tiffany, her twin sister whom she had never met, seemed to matter more than her own husband, with whom she had shared a room for so long. What had he done wrong? Why didn’t she value him?

The more Connor dwelled on these thoughts, the angrier he became. He felt neither sleepy nor inclined to work, so he just sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression for hours. His subordinates, Domenic, Marc, and Terry, didn’t dare go to sleep either. They stood by, keeping him company.

Connor’s mood was intimidating. None of them dared to soothe him or even make a noise. They breathed softly, fearing any slight sound might trigger his anger.

In the tense and oppressive atmosphere, the sound of a motorcycle suddenly pierced the quiet outside the building. Domenic, Marc, and Terry perked up at the same time. They were very familiar with the sound—it was Marissa’s motorcycle. Could Marissa be visiting Mr. Daniels at this late hour? No, it was impossible.

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that someone else now helped her sleep and that Mr. Daniels no longer held any significance for her. She couldn’t possibly be visiting him so late at night. So, they convinced

in front of Connor’s building. They heard Marissa approaching the building. All three men widened their eyes simultaneously. Could it

He was initially uncertain, but the sound of Marissa’s approaching footsteps confirmed that she was

her, but then hesitated, worrying she might be there to discuss the divorce. He paused, turned around, and ran

he instructed Domenic, Marc, and Terry, “Tell her I’m not here!” Watching Connor’s retreating figure, Domenic, Marc, and Terry

adopting a humble demeanor as soon as they saw her. They knew they had to

mind and scanned the living room with her large, expressive eyes. Just as she was about to head upstairs, Domenic quickly stepped into her path with a humble

arm was not something ordinary people