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 on something, nearly unable

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oblivious to the

briskly, radiating satisfaction, confident that Connor wouldn’t dare to challenge her

headed to her quaint flower shop to get

have declined Paul’s offer if it

had shrouded herself in mystery, her appearance known only

members of the Peridot Consortium changing and all of Clarissa’s trusted subordinates recalled by Paul, none of the current members at the meeting knew what

her secrecy, Marissa decided it was prudent to keep her own identity hidden as well, especially since

face—a stark contrast to her usual casual and comfortable style. This disguise ensured that anyone not

arrival, a security guard approached to halt her, but as

she successfully entered