Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 629:

Rita was indifferent to human embarrassment, always speaking the truth. After assessing Marc, Rita turned to Terry without hesitation.

“Terry, your enteritis needs urgent attention. Get some anti-diarrheal medication immediately, or you risk an embarrassing accident.”

Terry, who had been mocking Marc moments before, froze with his smile still in place. Seizing the moment, Marc retorted, “Terry, dealing with diarrhea?”

Domenic, though silent, swiftly moved away from Terry, seemingly avoiding any potential odor.

Terry’s face flushed with purple and red, wishing he could vanish into thin air.

Domenic, now distant from Terry, cast a disdainful glance at Marc and Terry, mentally noting the irony of one suffering from constipation and the other from diarrhea. He had no desire to be linked with either.

As Domenic harbored these thoughts, he noticed Rita’s gaze shift toward him. Alarmed, Domenic quickly flashed Rita a sycophantic smile, hoping to escape her scrutiny.

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Rita studied him with the same stoic expression. “Domenic, you’re carrying some… extra baggage.”

himself for a critique of his physical appearance, preparing for embarrassment, but Rita’s comment took

say?

glanced down. Marc and Terry, curious, followed his gaze

“Domenic, you’re sporting red underwear,

to tease Domenic as well. “Domenic, you always appear so polished in your black trousers and

with embarrassment as he hastily zipped up. He typically didn’t wear red underwear, but lately, the burden of

meant to be a private secret ended up being exposed by Rita. Did this little girl even know what shame was? Normally, if a girl noticed a man’s zipper open, she would discreetly ignore it, but Rita pointed it out publicly. What kind of audacious

thoughts of the three men. After delivering her comments,

departed, Domenic, Marc, and Terry exchanged uneasy glances before heading off in separate directions, deciding it was best to avoid

leave. In the backseat, Marissa was already laughing so hard her cheeks had

had been forgotten and sent Rita back out to retrieve it

Marc, and Terry. Out of curiosity, she linked her phone to Rita’s chip

with the three men and couldn’t stop laughing. Initially considering advising Rita against speaking so bluntly or

and Lindsay, intrigued, glanced at Marissa.

throat. “Oh, it’s

is it? Mom, I want to hear

me too,” Lawrence