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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embraced her, his hands searching until he found a small tracker-recorder hidden in her hair. It became evident that Marissa was aware of her sleepwalking and had taken measures

device, Connor released her and teasingly remarked, “Miss Nash, you keep mentioning divorce, yet here you are, seeking me

to her moments ago would suddenly speak in such a manner. Despite his teasing words, Connor’s expression remained gentle, his

processed his statement, Marissa

Nash, look at the mess you’ve made of my house just to coax me into sleeping with you. Isn’t

up at him, her expression clouded with confusion. Then, she heard him say, “I won’t

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

to hit me again?” Connor queried, a hint of amusement

she had ever resorted to violence against him. Failing to recollect, she gently cupped his face and reassured him in a soothing tone, “As long as you sleep

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

Possibly fatigued from her earlier outburst, Marissa quietly snuggled against his arm

He had anticipated a more assertive demeanor from her