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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felt both anger and frustration, thinking his efforts to upset her were futile. He had anticipated Marissa would question his disdain further, giving him a chance

watched, hiding knowing smiles. They were

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

robotics achievements, often let his emotions show due to his low emotional intelligence. He was always candid about

other company, his naivety might have made him a

when he mistook Marissa for Tiffany, creating trouble for himself. If he backed down now, nothing further would occur. But if he persisted, he might face severe repercussions from

of sympathy and mischievous anticipation, curious to see if Black

extreme poverty, their mindset might shift toward negativity, and eventually, they might grow vicious over

to a monotonous diet of instant noodles, which

had switched to bread and pickles, but

million dollars annually, they lived a life

Franco, who strutted like a proud peacock, a malicious thought crossed their

of his subordinates, gently

words, Connor was just about to enter

out, stopping him in