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.”

a glance at Terry before she made her

curious to see the chaos she suspected was waiting

she walked away, Domenic, Marc, and Terry exchanged

the study and not wanting to disturb him, Marissa didn’t bother

door behind her than Connor

waist. His upper body

a blush

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

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

convinced that his body surpassed even that of professional models. If he ever decided

hand, nonchalantly dried his hair, making no effort to dissuade

it was about the right time, he queried, “Do

chastised herself

let out

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

feeling both amused and embarrassed by her own antics. She feigned anger. “Why were you showering in my bedroom? And why come out without any

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 to shower in any bedroom

at a loss for