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.

a thoughtful silence, mulling

as if he was about to speak, but then

she hadn’t responded, he tilted his head to look at her

Marissa broke the silence. “Why do you keep looking at

was a hint of playful hurt in Xander’s voice when he

her face as she

then, Xander’s

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

“Yep,” Marissa replied nonchalantly.

screen, his voice filled with disbelief. “A hundred

I always generous?”

then your generosity involved fists, not

you want

chuckled mischievously to himself. “I need to hide this money from

her

queried,

explained, her voice

retrieved the sleek black and golden card Marissa had given him earlier and handed it back

The mere thought of the wealth it

eight billion in it, she