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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chief instructor was too skilled to ever reveal her true identity. They were probably

“Sir, do you think the reason we treat Miss Nash so well

“Please, don’t think that, sir. We know our place. Miss Nash is completely out of our league. We wouldn’t dare harbor

He then looked at Terry as if he were looking at an idiot

his sarcastic remark, he rolled his eyes at both Marc

of his head, Terry turned to Marc, filled with doubt. “Marc,

head. “Mr. Daniels was calling

didn’t sound like real praise. What did we do to

just shrugged.

way to the basement 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,

zipped through the bustling streets like a darting swallow, making her way 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, and her motorcycle’s headlight streaked through the