Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 380:

Upon receiving Domenic’s answer, Marissa turned her questioning gaze towards Domenic, Marc, and Terry. She harbored a suspicion that the three had conspired with Connor to trap her.

She had seen her strange movements and heard unusual noises on her tracker-recorder, yet she struggled to accept that she had caused such havoc at Connor’s house.

As her eyes bored into them, Domenic, Marc, and Terry quickly picked up on her suspicions.

With a mysterious smile, Domenic handed his phone to Marissa.

She stared at the screen, which displayed a surveillance video of her rampaging through Connor’s house. Taking the phone from Domenic, she watched intently.

By the time the video ended, Marissa was seething.

Despite her reluctance to believe what she saw, the evidence was irrefutable. She had indeed wreaked havoc in Connor’s house.

Watching herself strip the front tire from his car, Marissa almost shut her eyes, unable to comprehend why she had acted like an auto mechanic gone rogue.

The ridiculousness of the scenes deeply embarrassed her. Without a word, she switched off the video and handed the phone back to Domenic.

The air was thick with awkwardness when Terry, oblivious to the tension, blurted out, “Miss Nash, the bedroom is a disaster too. There’s no monitor in the bedroom. You should go and check it out in person.”

cast a glance at Terry before she made her way into the

chaos she

she walked away, Domenic, Marc, and Terry exchanged knowing

Marissa didn’t bother with greetings.

she closed the door behind

from a shower, he was clad only in a towel around his waist. His upper body was bare, displaying well-defined

eyes widened, and a blush crept

but catching a glimpse of him nearly undressed ignited a strong desire

noticed he was dedicated to his workouts. In addition to his washboard abs, he boasted an Adonis’ belt. His

that his body surpassed even that of professional models. If he ever decided to grace the screens of commercials or films, fame would

making no effort to dissuade her from admiring his

time, he queried, “Do

that moment did Marissa snap back to reality. She chastised herself internally for

let out a belated

laugh. “You scream only after you’ve had your fill of looking? Isn’t that a bit

showering in my bedroom? And why come out without any clothes on? You did that on purpose,

finishing drying his hair, Connor tossed aside the towel and retorted teasingly, “You wanted a divorce, remember? What claim do you have on this bedroom now? This is my house. I can choose

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