Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 862:

In the past, when Connor called Marissa “Miss Nash,” it was always with a playful glint in his eye, teasing her or flirting, his voice laced with humor and lightheartedness.

But when he addressed her as “Miss Nash” just now, his tone was starkly different—polite, distant, almost as if he were meeting a stranger for the first time.

They all scrutinized Connor’s expression, but his face remained impassive, devoid of emotions. Even when he looked at Marissa, his eyes were indifferent.

Everyone present assumed Connor was still harboring anger. In fact, they thought he was seething with it. He had divorced Marissa in a fit of rage and now spoke to her with a tone of anger.

Realizing this, Domenic, Marc, and Terry sighed collectively, lowering their heads in resignation. They knew better than to meddle in whatever was unfolding between the two.

Marissa exhaled softly, realizing there was no calming Connor down. “Is there anything else, Mr. Daniels?” she asked, her voice tinged with resignation.

Connor held her gaze for a few moments before grabbing her hand and guiding her firmly into the passenger seat of his car. He slid into the driver’s seat and shut the door with a decisive click.

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frowned, her curiosity piqued. “What

turned to her, his voice level. “What’s your plan for rescuing Tiffany?

you know when Tiffany will be back in Albert and where

raised an eyebrow, surprised.

that’s it,” Marissa confirmed, her tone

you’re saying I should just sit and wait

plan to exchange herself for Tiffany, knowing Connor would

the tension lingered in the air, Connor abruptly broke the silence. “I need to know every single detail of

voice. “Connor, come on. You can’t just strip away

I do? What are you gonna do? Use the power of

to reply, thinking he was still upset and just trying to

felt like an eternity, Marissa let out a deep sigh. “Connor, you need to get a grip

not acting like a child,”

true,