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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a sudden loud noise erupted from her phone. Marissa’s ears twitched nervously. Her frown deepened as she struggled to identify the sound, which resembled the heavy thud of something hitting the

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

across her face. But abruptly, the smile faded, replaced by a heavy shake of her head. What had she been contemplating? Connor was meticulous about his possessions. His socks alone cost a fortune, not to mention the age-old gate to his house. It was unlikely to

house. The red dot appeared frantic, bounding up and down, darting across the yard with reckless abandon. Its erratic movements

grew even more bewildered. Could she really be this restless and active during sleepwalking? And what actions had led to

ten minutes 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.

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of the Daniels family emerged to investigate? Furthermore, why hadn’t anyone greeted her upon her arrival? During

could she discern the origin of the chaotic sounds. Moreover, the eerie situation of no human voices within the house perplexed her. As her confusion mounted,