Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 507:

Connor spoke with a cold, sarcastic tone, “Look at how you treat Black Snake. If people didn’t know better, they’d think she’s the one paying you a million and two hundred thousand dollars a year. Maybe they’d even mistake her for your boss!”

Marc and Terry felt a chill run down their spines. Even without turning, they sensed Connor’s piercing gaze fixed on them. Both men instinctively tensed and slowly turned to face Connor, letting out nervous chuckles.

Connor, with a bun in hand, leaned casually against the wall outside the office, taking bites and staring at them intently. Feeling the weight of his stare, Marc and Terry moved closer, tension evident in their steps.

Terry remained silent, while Marc tried to explain with a nervous smile, “Sir, our respect for Miss Nash stems from our respect for you. Even though her marriage to you is only for show, she’s still your wife in name. Respecting her means respecting you.”

“Really?” Connor’s sharp look didn’t waver. “Is that the only reason?”

Marc and Terry exchanged glances, uncertain. For a moment, they both wondered if Connor had figured out that Marissa was their chief instructor, Black Mallow. If Connor knew that Marissa was Black Mallow and they had kept it a secret, he would likely be furious.

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quickly dismissed the idea. The chief instructor was too skilled to ever reveal her true identity. They were

this after their silent exchange. Terry asked, “Sir, do you think the reason we treat Miss Nash so well is that we’re infatuated with her and want

could respond, Terry added, “Please, don’t think that, sir. We know our place. Miss Nash

if he were looking at an idiot and said

rolled his eyes

back of his head, Terry turned to Marc, filled with doubt. “Marc, was Mr. Daniels complimenting

all!” Marc replied, shaking his head. “Mr. Daniels was calling you a

grimaced slightly and muttered, “I thought as much. It didn’t sound like real praise. What did we

shrugged.

parking lot and located her motorcycle. She stored the drone in the storage compartment, swung her long leg over the motorcycle, and settled onto the seat. After securing her helmet, she sped out of

toward the western suburbs. As she left the city center behind, the traffic thinned and the urban glow faded into the distance. Her speed increased,