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.

to Marissa,

lay down, murmuring a terse,

a smug

6 AM the next morning,

the

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

the data, Marissa found that Connor indeed proved to be an excellent sleep

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

her to conclude that other sleep aids

would need to stick close to Connor for another

thought, she was brought back to

and was wrapped in a towel, which hung loosely

her breath, Marissa felt a sting in her eyes. She snapped irritably, “It’s early morning. Can’t you

hair with a towel, he retorted, “You’ve seen it all before.

aback by his

hardly meant she was comfortable with a repeat

His reasoning baffled her.

her mouth to retort, but

out of the bed and bolting into the bathroom where she quickly

shoulders shaking with silent laughter. He made

a quick

she stepped out,