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.”

worry. “No, they’ll be

out another

the two women immersed in conversation and painting, the room buzzing with warmth and energy. They even dined there, their dialogue weaving through the meal as they

Arabella, visibly worn out, drifted off to sleep while holding

comfortably asleep, Marissa quietly

stepped outside and realized it

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

her extensive

didn’t want her to go and was eager to see

Arabella’s frail condition today, Marissa decided it was

at Connor’s house since she moved into the Daniels Manor, she hesitantly

night’s havoc, she assumed Connor had likely had some people clean up during

at the house,

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

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

was utterly astounded by the scene before her. The lawn’s toppled rockery, a demolished front door, and a

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

muttered to herself, “Did I really cause all this destruction while

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