Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 383:

Connor fixed Marissa with a piercing stare, his eyes alight with a mix of anger and disbelief, realizing just how skilled she was at humiliating him.

Marissa glanced back at him briefly, then casually put away her phone, settled back, and seemed poised to fall asleep.

Casually, she remarked, “I’m actually quite generous to you. Didn’t you know? Black Snake is famous for never paying for others’ companionship.”

“And who exactly has slept with you?” Connor demanded, his voice edged with anger as he clenched his teeth.

“Countless,” Marissa answered, a smirk in her voice. “From the old to the young, the tall to the short, the hefty to the slender, and those with legs either longer or shorter than yours. I’ve had them all.”

Connor’s expression darkened further, his scowl deepening. He knew she was baiting him, yet a part of him couldn’t dismiss the possibility of truth in her words, which only fueled his irritation.

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He changed the topic sharply. “We need to talk about your compensation for the destruction of my house.”

Marissa stayed quiet, contemplating the need to shell out more than three billion dollars, causing her to pause.

After a brief pause, she offered a suggestion. “How about this? Pose for me and I’ll paint you. Given your perfect build and striking looks, the portrait would surely sell for a tremendous amount.”

Connor was at a loss for words.

Marissa, fearing he would lose

a snort of frustration, he lay down, murmuring

immediately, a smug smile playing

AM the next morning,

first thing she did was to retrieve the tracker-recorder tucked into her hair and

her sleeping aid, Marissa had cleverly concealed the tracker-recorder in her

found that Connor indeed proved to be an excellent

her location had remained unchanged, indicating she

sleep aids had side effects that triggered her

Pills, she realized she would need to stick close to Connor for another month if she didn’t want

she was brought back to reality when Connor

and was wrapped in a towel, which hung loosely around

a sting in her eyes. She snapped irritably, “It’s

a towel, he retorted, “You’ve seen it

aback

once, but that hardly meant

His reasoning baffled her.

mouth to retort, but before

out of the bed and bolting into the bathroom

his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. He made a mental note to continue this little game, convinced that

quick

stepped out, Connor