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.

now at

heart was a tumultuous mix of anxiety and disappointment as he

tone cut through the air. “Mr. Britt, why do you resemble a stupid kid from middle school? This isn’t the image

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 not typical of me to seem so stupid. Tiffany has been getting under my skin,” he explained, standing taller in an attempt to exude calm and

where Tiffany sits,” he added, leading the way

stairwell, finding herself alone. She cranked up her

top of the Peridot Consortium building. With the office presumably sealed shut, no ambient sounds leaked through—only Clarissa’s voice, which

was around, 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 reason behind her fury. However, once Marissa tuned in, it became clear that

Nash, you bitch! I swear you’ll suffer horribly. You fucking bitch! How dare you lay claim

was releasing her anger

for Tiffany and

be considered the boss’s daughter,