Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 412:

Hawk and Chick

Franco walked too quickly for Connor to intervene. As Franco confronted Marissa, Connor cast his eyes to the ceiling, silently hoping she would show leniency to his cousin for his sake.

In stark contrast, the expressions of Domenic, Marc, and Terry brightened. They eagerly anticipated the unfolding scene, convinced that no one could deter a man bent on his own downfall.

Franco faced Marissa with a stern gaze and held his tongue, believing his icy demeanor would unnerve her.

Yet, Marissa exhibited no trace of fear. She casually met his gaze before lowering her eyes slightly. “Do you want to speak with me?” she asked, her voice laced with indifference.

Franco let out a derisive snort. “Why haven’t you asked why I seem to look down upon you?”

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“Oh,” responded Marissa, maintaining her casual tone. With a flicker of amusement, she continued, “Why should I? Your opinions hold no weight with me. When has a hawk ever fretted over the chirping of a chick?”

“You—” Franco was rendered speechless.

a forced manner. “So, you

slightly.

with her calm demeanor grew. Suddenly, he burst out, “Tiffany Nash, you think you’re so superior, looking down on

like you are relics, redundant. Frankly, you’re losers. Your art is nothing but trinkets within your circles. Meanwhile,

an artist with your notorious reputation. You’re seen

a hawk and call

more, feeling he should stay out of the fray. Thus, he stepped aside, ready

Marc, and Terry looked on with barely concealed glee. Earlier, they had watched Franco with curiosity, wondering about his moves. Now, their attention shifted to Marissa, as they eagerly anticipated

with an odd tension. Everyone feigned ignorance, yet Franco alone seemed genuinely excited, blissfully unaware

quiet poise. When Franco finally paused, she looked up at him,

her shamelessness, realizing it was no surprise she had

but Franco was resolute in not showing her any leniency, determined to

“Not yet,” Franco asserted.

Marissa said, her tone laced

and continued, “When are you

done now?” Marissa