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

snort of frustration, he lay down,

immediately, a smug smile playing on her

6 AM the next morning, as was

the tracker-recorder tucked into her hair and check

using Connor as her sleeping aid, Marissa had cleverly concealed the tracker-recorder in her hair

Connor

had shared a bed with him last night, and her location had remained unchanged, indicating she had slept soundly

conclude that other sleep aids had side effects that triggered

eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Serene Rest Pills, she realized she would need to stick close

back to reality when

wrapped in a towel, which hung loosely around his

snapped irritably, “It’s early morning. Can’t you behave yourself? There’s a lady present, you

Drying his hair with a towel, he retorted, “You’ve seen it all

aback by his

that hardly meant she was

His reasoning baffled her.

opened her mouth to retort, but before she could, Connor casually dropped

the bed and bolting into the bathroom where she quickly locked the

silent laughter. He made a mental note

quick shower

out, Connor had already