Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 379:

Arabella cast a quick look at Marissa, feeling a deep connection with her. Their shared passions and mutual empathy made them kindred spirits.

With a gentle smile, Arabella forwarded the video to Marissa.

The moment the video was sent, laughter erupted between them, rich and full, marked by a shared sense of mischief.

To express her appreciation for Arabella’s warmth, Marissa began painting a portrait of her.

When she completed the portrait, Arabella’s joy was palpable. She held the artwork close, cherishing it dearly.

Admiring the painting, Arabella let out a reflective sigh. “I’ve had two dreams in this life: to witness Connor getting married and starting a family, and to be immortalized by my idol, Only. Today, both dreams stand fulfilled.”

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Marissa responded with a playful grin, “Grandma, today isn’t your best look. Let’s keep this portrait as a start. On a day when you’re feeling vibrant, we’ll dress you up, enhance your beauty with makeup, and I’ll paint another one.”

She added thoughtfully, “In fact, why not make this a regular event? I could paint you periodically, giving you a gallery of moments to reminisce over.”

Overwhelmed, Arabella exclaimed, “Oh, my! To think of using the renowned Only for this, some might say I’m misusing such talent.”

“No, they’ll be

another hearty

buzzing with warmth and energy. They even dined there, their dialogue weaving through the meal as

visibly worn out, drifted off to sleep while holding onto

was comfortably asleep, Marissa

and realized it was already late

she walked, Cade approached her and said, “Mrs. Tiffany Daniels, Mrs. Arabella Daniels wanted me to remind you, before she forgot herself, that you should

it mean that despite her extensive talk

to go and was eager

frail condition today, Marissa decided it was

moved into the Daniels Manor, she hesitantly made her

she assumed Connor had likely

the house, Marissa was taken

a disaster area, strewn

of the one-of-a-kind Rolls-Royce worth 180 million dollars,

before her. The lawn’s toppled rockery, a demolished front door, and a sofa along with

mingling glow of moonlight and lamplight, the once elegant and peaceful house now appeared as if ravaged by

Marissa muttered to herself, “Did I really cause all

dollars. This massive sum meant she would have to return every penny she had ever taken from Connor,