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

her on a tour of the office. However, before he could speak, Rita’s flat tone cut through

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

the way with a

herself alone. She cranked up her phone’s volume to

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

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

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

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

day before, Clarissa had mistaken her for Tiffany and accused her of stealing someone

be considered the boss’s