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.

into a thoughtful silence, mulling over

at her a few times, as if he was about to speak, but then he refocused

moment later, when she hadn’t responded, he tilted his head

broke the silence. “Why do you keep looking

in Xander’s voice

her face as she tapped on her phone. “There, you’re

Xander’s phone

his eyes widening with astonishment. “What? You’re giving me this

“Yep,” Marissa replied nonchalantly.

his screen, his voice filled with disbelief. “A hundred million as a reward?

always generous?” Marissa

but back then your generosity

want

“I need to hide this money from Grandpa and my older brother. They’ll snatch it away

her hand

queried,

card,” she explained, her voice

and golden card Marissa had given him earlier and handed it back to

the card as a token. The mere thought of the wealth it represented sparked a thrill of possibilities in his

the card. With eight billion in it, she wasn’t about to gamble with the mischief he