Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 317:

After Connor departed, Domenic, Marc, and Terry surveyed the chaos downstairs, their hearts sinking even further. Priceless items lay strewn in the yard—shattered, cracked, and broken—collectively worth billions!

Given their substantial high-interest loans, how could they not feel distressed seeing this?

Shaking their heads despondently, they sighed and descended to the first floor, following Connor’s lead. The yard was a scene of devastation, and the interior of the building fared no better. The once-opulent living room now resembled a disaster zone, courtesy of Marissa’s rampage.

Upon reaching the living room, they found Marissa earnestly sifting through the wreckage. Connor, finding amusement in her actions, approached her from behind and remarked lightly, “I’m right here.”

Startled, Marissa halted her search, turned around, and, upon seeing him, broke into a smile. Without hesitation, she threw herself into his arms, exclaiming joyfully, “Let’s go to sleep!”

Domenic, Marc, and Terry couldn’t help but twitch their lips in disbelief. The sudden shift in Marissa’s demeanor was surreal. Just moments ago, she had been like a ruthless bandit, wreaking havoc everywhere, and now she appeared as a child. They couldn’t help but wonder if Black Snake had a split personality.

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hidden in her hair. It became evident that Marissa was aware of her sleepwalking and had

“Miss Nash, you keep mentioning divorce, yet here you are, seeking me

unable to comprehend why someone who had been kind to her moments ago would suddenly speak in such a manner. Despite his teasing words, Connor’s expression remained gentle,

his statement, Marissa simply repeated, “Let’s go

Nash, look at the mess you’ve made of my house just to coax

Then, she

his words, and she pouted, insisting, “Let’s go

Connor queried, a hint of amusement in his

ever resorted to violence against him. Failing to recollect, she gently cupped his face and reassured

bent down and lifted her into his arms, carrying her upstairs. Domenic, Marc, and Terry were left utterly astounded. Had the typically composed and formidable Mr. Connor Daniels mastered the art of psychological

in the bedroom, Connor tenderly placed Marissa on the bed and nestled beside her. Possibly fatigued from her earlier outburst, Marissa quietly snuggled against his arm and drifted

twinge of disappointment. He had anticipated a more assertive demeanor from her tonight, but she had just