Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 320:

Marissa fixated on the red dot displayed on the screen, denoting her location. At the stroke of midnight yesterday, the red dot departed swiftly from the Sanchez family’s residence, heading towards Daniels Manor without pause. Precisely, it reached Connor’s house.

Marissa felt flustered; she hadn’t anticipated venturing to see Connor so directly while sleepwalking. But why did she seek him out? While awake, she hadn’t felt a significant longing for him.

Without interruptions along her journey, the tracker-recorder recorded solely the motorcycle drone slicing through the wind, occasionally intermingled with the sounds of passing vehicles.

When she reached the entrance of Connor’s place, the motorcycle’s rumble ceased. Straining her ears, Marissa surmised that she had parked the vehicle.

Frowning involuntarily, she hesitated. She usually parked her motorcycle in the yard, so she was puzzled over why she’d left it outside the gate last night. Quickly dismissing the thought, she remained focused on monitoring the red dot’s movements.

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from her phone. Marissa’s ears twitched nervously.

Connor was peculiar in his aversion to noise. His disdain for loud disturbances was unmatched, especially within his house, where even the slightest clamor was forbidden. What could have caused it? Had something breached the gate of his house, causing it to

been contemplating? Connor was meticulous about his possessions. His socks alone cost a fortune, not to

the loud noise eluded her. She remained fixated on the red dot. Following the commotion, the red dot reached Connor’s house. The

really be this restless and active during sleepwalking? And what actions had

of erratic movements, the red dot finally made its way toward the building. Upon reaching the door, it paused briefly before a loud noise erupted from her phone. Marissa recoiled at the volume of the noise. It was deafening. The sound mirrored the one that had

earthquake? Or perhaps a typhoon had struck? Marissa’s mind raced with uncertainty. She pressed her ear to the phone, straining to

Furthermore, why hadn’t anyone greeted her upon her arrival? During her confusion, she noticed the red dot bouncing about the living room. Simultaneously, a barrage

purpose behind her actions, nor could she discern the origin of the chaotic sounds. Moreover, the eerie situation of no human voices within the house perplexed her. As her