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.”

the worry. “No, they’ll be nothing but

another hearty laugh.

with warmth and energy. They even dined there, their

they lingered in conversation until Arabella, visibly worn out, drifted off to sleep while holding onto Marissa’s

comfortably asleep, Marissa quietly

it

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 stay here tonight. She’s hoping to have breakfast with you and discuss some

rendered speechless. Did it mean that despite her extensive

to go and was

condition today, Marissa

she moved

havoc, she assumed Connor had likely had some people clean up during the day. It probably

upon arriving at the house, Marissa

a sad remnant lying to the side. The yard was a disaster area, strewn with what were once valuable calligraphy works and paintings, now shattered

worth 180 million dollars, now with a broken window and a front tire

toppled rockery, a demolished front door, and a sofa along with a window from the second floor were strewn across the

the once elegant and peaceful house now appeared as if ravaged by a natural disaster,

“Did I really cause

at about three billion dollars. This massive sum meant she would have to return every