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.”

glance at Terry before she made her way into

curious to see the chaos she suspected was

Domenic, Marc,

wanting to disturb him, Marissa didn’t bother with greetings. Instead, she pushed open the bedroom

had she closed the door behind her than Connor emerged from

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

and a blush crept across

a nice figure, but catching a glimpse of

his washboard abs, he boasted an Adonis’ belt. His body exuded

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

towel in hand, nonchalantly dried his hair, making no effort to dissuade her from admiring his

it was about the right time, he

back to reality. She chastised herself internally for not reacting as expected. She wished she

she let out a belated scream.

but laugh. “You scream only after you’ve had your fill

her own antics. She feigned anger. “Why were you showering in my bedroom?

you have on this bedroom now? This is my house. I can choose to shower in any bedroom I like. What’s the problem

at a loss for