Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 411:

You Can’t Blame Me For Not Reminding You

Franco’s evident disgust baffled Marissa, prompting her to ask, “Why can’t I be here?”

He eyed her critically. “This is the Daniels Group. Only the elite can work here. This isn’t a place for selling your paintings. Do you really think you belong?”

Marissa met his gaze with a playful smirk. “So, you look down on artists and those who deal in art?”

“No, I don’t,” Franco retorted, his head held high in a show of pride, yet his tone remained sincere. “I just look down on you.”

Marissa almost let out a laugh. After giving him a thorough once-over, she crossed her arms and replied calmly, “I see.”

That was all she said.

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into Connor’s office, not

anticipated Marissa would question his disdain further, giving him a chance to elaborate. But she didn’t. So,

knowing smiles. They were

Connor was akin to a deity, one who ought to marry a goddess. Yet, Connor was forced to marry Tiffany, a woman with a less-than-sterling reputation, a union Franco strongly

foreign credentials and notable robotics achievements, often let his emotions show due

he worked directly under Connor. In any other

when he mistook Marissa for Tiffany, creating trouble for himself. If he backed down now, nothing further would occur. But if

watched Franco with a mix of sympathy and mischievous anticipation, curious to see if Black Snake would

down by extreme poverty, their mindset might shift toward negativity, and eventually,

to a monotonous

they had switched to bread and pickles, but even this new menu

1.2 million dollars annually, they lived a

like a proud peacock, a malicious thought crossed their minds—they wished Franco wouldn’t

dark thoughts of his subordinates, gently patted Franco on the shoulder

those words, Connor was just about to enter

stopping