Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 308:

Exceedingly Complicated

After Marissa watched the video, her mood soured. Rita had been thorough. She captured Marissa’s departure from the Sanchez family’s residence last evening, as well as her return. The video clearly showed a Rolls-Royce tailing her when she came back.

Marissa immediately recognized the car. It belonged to Connor. What puzzled her, however, was the shattered front windshield of the expensive, limited-edition car, valued at 180 million. The damage seemed to be caused by a forceful impact.

Had someone actually smashed Connor’s car? Who could muster the audacity to vandalize the luxury vehicle of Blebert’s wealthiest man? The incident must have cost Connor several million dollars.

At that thought, Marissa’s lips twitched slightly, a twinge of sympathy for Connor surfacing. But she quickly shook her head, chastising herself for the misplaced concern. With his vast wealth, such losses were mere pocket change to him. Why would she feel sorry for him?

had damaged his car? Connor owned hundreds of luxurious cars. Why would he choose to drive the damaged one? The more pressing issue, however, was his decision to

live

was his motive? Marissa mulled over Connor’s actions for quite some

at night? What had she done afterward? Why couldn’t she recall any of it? Pondering these questions, she reviewed the

actions. Eventually, she had to face the possibility that she

an injury, which was troubling enough. But now she was sleepwalking too? Was it because she had changed her sleep aid? When Connor was the one helping her

a hitch. However, the nights she spent with the two children—who also helped her sleep—resulted in sleepwalking. Could there be some unforeseen side

her as oddly humorous. She wondered if anyone else on the planet suffered from such peculiar insomnia. Was there another soul who relied on another human to drift off to sleep? Or someone else who developed sleepwalking issues upon

world be so weird? Yet, she realized it wasn’t the world that was weird. It was simple, really. She was the weird one. She was

and Connor during her sleepwalking. If it had