Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 475:

As Marissa reached for her phone, the elevator doors slid open. Without a glance at Franco or Rita, she stepped out decisively and made her way to the stairwell, seeking a secluded spot to eavesdrop on Clarissa.

Watching her leave, Franco muttered under his breath, “How rude! How unprofessional! I’m your boss. I haven’t even left the elevator yet. How dare you walk out like that?”

Then, remembering something, he called out to Marissa’s departing figure, “Tiffany, where are you going? I’m supposed to show you around our workspace. Who’s going to see it if you’re not there?”

Marissa, not looking back, casually waved her hand. “Let Rita substitute me,” she called over her shoulder as she disappeared into the stairwell.

Franco clicked his tongue, a mix of anger and resignation coloring his tone. In his mind, Tiffany was wasting her potential. At her age, Dr. Finley had already become a global legend in the chip industry, while Tiffany seemed lost.

He couldn’t understand Arabella’s favoritism towards Tiffany, a woman who lacked initiative and couldn’t do anything right. Arabella had even coerced Connor into marrying her. Franco pitied his cousin deeply.

Determined, Franco planned to befriend Dr. Finley and introduce her to Connor, convinced that once Connor met such an exceptional woman, he would let Tiffany go. Joziah had once described Dr. Finley as not only charming but also a dedicated workaholic. In Franco’s eyes, she was a goddess, the epitome of perfection, almost celestial in her grace.

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tumultuous mix of anxiety and disappointment as he pondered when he might

thoughts, Franco turned to Rita, poised to take her on a tour of the office. However, before he could speak, Rita’s flat tone cut through the air. “Mr. Britt, why do

Franco struggled for a response. Was he really acting like a stupid kid from middle school? He couldn’t accept that image of himself. Trying to regain his composure, Franco cleared his throat awkwardly. “Rita, it’s

sits,” he added, leading the way with a renewed

Marissa slipped through the door to the stairwell, finding herself alone. She cranked up her phone’s volume to the maximum, keenly listening to the sounds coming from Clarissa’s

at the top of the Peridot Consortium building. With the office presumably

but behind closed doors, she became noticeably irritable, her language coarse and unrefined. Earlier, while Franco had been with her, Marissa hadn’t heard what Clarissa had said, missing the

she despised Tiffany deeply. “Tiffany Nash, you bitch! I swear you’ll suffer horribly. You fucking bitch! How dare you lay claim to what’s mine! Ugh! I’m the one boss raised personally. I’m the rightful daughter here. Who

the sound of something breaking—clearly, Clarissa was releasing her anger by shattering glassware or porcelain. Frowning, Marissa pondered the depth of Clarissa’s animosity

her for Tiffany and accused her of stealing someone else’s

speculated whether Tiffany, too, aspired to be