Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 322:

In the past, whenever Marissa gave an order, Rita would immediately comply. But this time, Rita hesitated before acting. She stood still, her face remaining unemotional, and inquired, “Boss, didn’t you instruct me to avoid provoking Connor?

You told me to stay away from him, even if we crossed paths, warning that he could reduce me to a heap of parts.”

After a brief pause, Marissa calmed down. She then got up from the floor and scolded Rita sharply, “Can’t you be a decent robot? Don’t always ask me whether I need you to handle someone! I’ll tell you when it’s time to handle someone. If I don’t say that, don’t ask!”

“Yes, boss,” Rita responded obediently. Marissa massaged her temples and turned her attention back to her phone.

At that moment, the red dot on the screen shifted back to the bedroom on the second floor. Suddenly, she heard Connor exclaim, “Sweetheart, you can’t remove my pants. Let’s just sleep, alright?” This was immediately followed by her own distinctly unhappy voice, saying, “But I want to take them off!” Then came the sound of tearing fabric.

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ripped apart. Realizing this possibility, she covered her mouth with her hand, utterly

Connor’s stern voice, saying, “Do you realize the consequences of trying to take off my pants, hmm? Just because you’re sleepwalking

moved her hand from her mouth to her eyes, covering them tightly, too embarrassed to face the situation. From Connor’s tone, it seemed she really had torn off

what she had done during this time. But after a while, Connor’s voice came through the phone again. “Miss Nash, you so roughly stripped me, saw everything, and touched me. Don’t you think

him? He expected her to take responsibility for that? Marissa couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Did a person suffering from sleepwalking always experience such schizophrenia? Why did she do

floor again, crying out in distress. This time, she felt too humiliated

towards the bed

I’m just doing some morning exercises,” she replied with a smile

an answer, the two kids finally stopped being frightened. Just then, Leila opened the door and peeked in. “Tiffany, today we’re attending the masterpiece appreciation

sleepwalking, Marissa resolved that

sorting out the situation with Remy. With that plan in mind, Marissa got up from the floor and turned to the two little ones. “Sweethearts, Mommy needs to go out