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 house

see the chaos she suspected was waiting

Domenic, Marc, and Terry

didn’t bother with greetings. Instead,

door behind her than Connor emerged

waist. His upper body

eyes widened, and a blush crept across her

nice figure, but catching a glimpse of him nearly undressed ignited a strong desire within

In addition to his washboard abs, he boasted an Adonis’ belt. His body exuded a

of professional models. If he ever decided to grace the screens of commercials or films, fame would find

towel in hand, nonchalantly dried his hair, making no effort

he queried, “Do you like what

at that moment did Marissa snap back to reality. She chastised herself internally for not reacting as expected. She wished she had

let out a belated scream.

you’ve had your fill of looking? Isn’t that a

by her own antics. She feigned anger. “Why were you showering in my bedroom? And why come out without any clothes on?

divorce, remember? What claim do you have on this bedroom now?

at a loss for