Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 671:

When Connor heard what Marissa said, his face darkened, his expression filled with shock as if he had just witnessed a natural disaster.

He couldn’t fathom that Marissa, who was also Black Snake, the queen of mercenaries, and Black Mallow, the chief instructor at Doomsday Base, would admit to liking vibrant boys. How could she, of all people, say something like that?

What kind of taste was that?

Connor even pictured Marissa sitting and kissing such a young man, and the thought gave him goosebumps, filling him with anger.

She was his wife. The thought of her being close to any other man was unbearable, even in his imagination.

Overwhelmed by jealousy and rage, he suddenly found the food in front of him unappetizing, and even the milk hard to swallow. He felt a pressing need to talk to Marissa and realign her sense of aesthetics.

But Marissa didn’t give him a chance to speak. She ignored his somber expression, stood up, and walked away.

watched her leave in silence, not touching his food, feeling as if he were choking

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to the turmoil

walked briskly, radiating satisfaction, confident that Connor

quaint flower shop to get ready before going to

no desire to be the president of the Peridot Consortium. She would have declined Paul’s offer if it weren’t for the need

in mystery, her appearance

senior members of the Peridot Consortium changing and all of Clarissa’s trusted subordinates recalled by Paul, none of the current

prudent to keep her own identity hidden as well, especially since she was unfamiliar

covered her face—a stark contrast

attire. Upon her arrival, a security guard approached to halt her, but as she leisurely showed

entered the Peridot