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.

𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Daniels, informing him 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

Marissa approaching the building. All three men

looked up, surprised. He was initially uncertain, but the sound of Marissa’s approaching footsteps confirmed that she was there. Suddenly, Connor’s heart started racing, and he

got to his feet, intent on greeting her, but then hesitated, worrying she might be there

Domenic, Marc, and

as soon as they saw her. They knew they had

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

ordinary people could bear. She seemed to merely flick her wrist, and Domenic staggered backward several