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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Connor’s office, not giving Franco another

efforts to upset her were futile. He had anticipated Marissa would question his disdain further, giving him a chance to elaborate. But she didn’t. So, his

Terry watched, hiding knowing smiles. They were aware of Franco’s disregard for

a deity, one who ought to marry a goddess. Yet, Connor was forced to marry

and notable robotics achievements, often let his emotions

Connor. In any other company, his naivety might have made him

for Tiffany, creating trouble for himself. If he backed down now, nothing

mix of sympathy and mischievous anticipation, curious to

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

mountain of debt, were once confined to

and pickles, but

earning 1.2 million dollars annually, they lived a life of deprivation, colored by their grim financial

a malicious thought crossed their minds—they wished Franco wouldn’t stop provoking

to the dark thoughts of his subordinates, gently patted Franco on the shoulder and whispered, “Don’t

Connor was just

out, stopping him in