Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 319:

Having adjusted to waking up early over the past two days, Connor found himself also awake at 3:30 AM. With growing familiarity, he turned his head to check on the still figure next to him. As he expected, she had started her morning workout. Today, she was doing splits and leg stretches, making the bed creak loudly.

Connor watched Marissa’s athletic maneuvers, reminiscent of a dancing student’s practice, and said mockingly into the tracker-recorder, “Miss Nash, you harassed me in every possible way last night, and now you’re disrupting my sleep again.

Have you no shame? Hey, don’t touch here. Don’t touch there either. Can you be a bit gentler? You’re going to break the bed!”

Although Marissa never replied, Connor kept up his excited commentary. When Marissa finished her exercises and climbed out of bed, he fell silent. As she laced up her shoes and left, he quickly put on his own and followed her out.

She sped off on her motorcycle, and he trailed behind in his car. His Rolls-Royce, worth 180 million, was out of commission, but thankfully, he had other cars to choose from. The drive was smooth, and they soon arrived outside the Sanchez family’s villa.

he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. It was also this young woman

Sanchez family’s residence, heading back to Daniels Manor. This time, he chose not

help but smile, amused by the whole situation.

respectfully bowed and greeted, “Good morning, Mr. Daniels.” Connor’s smile paused when he noticed them. Then he knitted his brows in bewilderment and asked,

nearly vomited simultaneously. They were all taken aback by how quickly Connor noticed

has been causing disturbances every night; it must be affecting your sleep. I’ve decided to give you a

their prey. They all wondered about the amount of the raise, but Domenic and

increase of

were so thrilled they nearly bowed down before such a generous employer. However, despite this

bedroom and found Marissa undressing and getting into bed, snuggling

were followed when you returned. This time, the car behind you wasn’t the broken-down Rolls-Royce from