Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 392:

Xander let out a mysterious chuckle before saying, “You might not believe it, but Clarissa, as stoic and ruthless as she appears, is quite the crybaby when she’s behind closed doors. She’s been caught crying over not getting her way.”

“A crybaby, really?” Marissa asked, a trace of amusement in her voice.

“Absolutely. I’ve heard her crying more than once,” Xander replied. “She actually dreams of being her boss’s daughter, but her boss is not quite on board with that idea. That’s what sets off the tears.”

Marissa raised an eyebrow at this unexpected tidbit. The thought of Clarissa, so formidable in her professional role, becoming so emotional was almost funny. It revealed a softer, more vulnerable side to her personality, highlighting her emotional ties to her boss.

While Marissa found humor in the situation, she also felt a bit perplexed. She had seen women aim to be their bosses’ mistresses, but craving to be considered a daughter? That was unusual.

Usually, parent-child relationships are defined by blood. Maybe Clarissa could be seen more like a goddaughter?

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This thought made Marissa suddenly curious about Clarissa’s background.

“Did you manage to find out anything else useful?” she asked Xander.

“Nope, that’s it,” Xander replied, shaking his head. “Clarissa’s like Fort Knox. I had to resort to jokes and playing the fool just to get these snippets.”

“Ah, got it,” Marissa responded.

thoughtful silence, mulling over everything she had learned about

few times, as if he was about

when she hadn’t responded, he tilted his

Marissa broke the silence. “Why do you

hurt in Xander’s voice when he responded, “You

a smile creeping up on her face as

then, Xander’s phone

picked it up, his eyes widening with

“Yep,” Marissa replied nonchalantly.

on his screen, his voice filled with disbelief. “A hundred million as a reward? Seriously? Oh, my! Are you feeling unusually

I always generous?”

generosity involved fists, not

smirked, teasing him, “Do you want me

prefer cash,” Xander chuckled mischievously to himself. “I need to hide this money from Grandpa and my older brother. They’ll snatch it

her hand

queried, “What’s

explained, her voice

and golden card Marissa had given him earlier and

wished she would let him keep the card as a token. The mere thought of the wealth it represented sparked a

keenly aware of Xander’s daydreams, firmly reclaimed the card. With eight billion in it, she wasn’t about to gamble