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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curiosity piqued. “What

plan for

I’ll let you know when Tiffany will be back in Albert and

eyebrow,

Marissa

“So you’re saying I should just sit and wait to play chauffeur? No involvement beyond

exchange herself for

“I need to know every

frustration creeping into her voice. “Connor, come on. You can’t just strip away my

do? What are you gonna do? Use the power of Doomsday Base against

bother to reply, thinking he was still upset and just trying to provoke her.

get a grip on yourself. I get that you’re upset, but

like a child,” Connor shot back,

kids’ birth mother? If that’s true, then I have every right to know everything about her, don’t