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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had anticipated Marissa would question his disdain further, giving him a chance to elaborate. But she didn’t. So, his planned remarks went unsaid, leaving him feeling

Marc, and Terry watched, hiding knowing smiles. They were

to marry a goddess. Yet, Connor was forced to marry Tiffany, a woman with a less-than-sterling reputation, a

a highly intelligent man with foreign credentials and notable robotics achievements, often let his emotions show due to

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

trouble for himself. If he backed down now, nothing further would occur. But if

of sympathy and mischievous

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

of debt, were once confined to a monotonous diet of instant

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

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

a proud peacock, a malicious

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

was just about

stopping him in