Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 474:

As Marissa followed Franco down the corridor, she instinctively slowed her pace, looking for a corner where she could discreetly eavesdrop on Clarissa’s activities.

Franco, walking ahead, was already annoyed with Marissa for insisting on working in the Collaborative Research and Development Department. Her casual demeanor, as she fiddled with her phone while walking, only added to his irritation.

Marissa’s carefree attitude seemed out of place to Franco, who was used to a team of spirited and efficient workers. He doubted her ability to work professionally, suspecting she might be more trouble than she was worth.

Just as he was about to scold her, Rita caught up with them, trailing behind Marissa. Franco’s eyes lit up at the sight of Rita, brightening his mood momentarily. However, his frustration soon returned, especially at the sight of a nanny accompanying Marissa. Bringing a nanny to work was, to Franco, the final straw. He questioned whether Marissa was here to work or just flaunting her status as Connor’s wife.

The presence of a nanny could spark discontent among his dedicated team members. The more Franco thought about it, the angrier he became. He stormed up to Marissa and snapped, “Tiffany, no matter what, I’m your boss now. Shouldn’t you show some respect?”

Marissa looked up at him with an indifferent expression. “Yes, Mr. Britt. What can I do for you?”

“Put your phone away!” Franco commanded angrily.

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Marissa replied nonchalantly, slipping her phone into her pocket. “Anything else, Mr.

you insist on working in my department? I’ll show you

nothing. Franco glared at her with growing frustration. He wanted to reprimand her, but the presence of Rita made him reconsider his approach. Swallowing his words, he changed his tone.

walked forward. Marissa, amused,

office at the pinnacle and the development departments on

being so close to Rita and struggled to mask his awkwardness. Marissa, standing tall between him and Rita, watched his discomfort with

gaze, Franco snapped again, “Why are you just

looked at him as if he were daft. “Mr. Britt, wasn’t it you who told me to stow away my phone earlier? I’m just waiting for your

flushed Franco’s face. “Look

Marissa grinned, clearly entertained,

diffuse his discomfort, Franco barked out another order. “Tiffany, when you start working in the department, don’t flaunt your status as Connor’s wife. Even

she’s far more serious and dedicated. She didn’t resort to any schemes to marry into wealth. You could stand to learn a thing or two from