Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 1150:

Marissa flashed a sly smile and typed, “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Kim raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “Oh? Now you’ve got me on the edge of my seat. I can’t wait to see what tricks you’ve got up your sleeve.”

Just then, Marissa’s sleek car rolled to a smooth stop in front of the towering Daniels Group headquarters. With a knowing smirk, she slipped her phone into her pocket and stepped out, exuding confidence with every stride as she made her way into the building.

Meanwhile, Kim was practically buzzing with anticipation, eager to discover whatever surprise Marissa had in store. Little did he know, she was just as eager for their meeting—perhaps even more.

The Daniels Group held its partnership with Dr. Finley in the highest regard. Everyone in the company knew just how much Connor admired Dr. Finley, and the staff regarded the elusive doctor with a mix of reverence and curiosity.

Franco, in particular, practically worshiped Dr. Finley, seeing her as a figure of unmatched brilliance. He never missed a chance to sing her praises, eagerly sharing anecdotes and theories about her work with anyone willing to listen.

News of Dr. Finley’s impending visit sent a buzz of excitement rippling through the company. The anticipation was electric—everyone was eager to lay eyes on the legendary figure they had heard so much about.

Finley’s self-proclaimed number-one fan, wasn’t about to miss this moment.

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Marissa stepped out with an air of quiet confidence,

neither surprised nor fazed him. But the others? They were thrown for a loop. In their minds, someone as extraordinary as Dr. Finley should have arrived in grand style—perhaps stepping off a private jet,

straight out of

an unassuming white lab coat, no different from any other researcher. The only hint of flair was the

considered the possibility that she was Dr. Finley. So when she walked straight toward Connor, the security team instinctively moved to block her path. “Miss, our CEO is

chimed in, his tone exasperated, “Look, you don’t have a Daniels Group badge, so you clearly don’t belong here. Move along and don’t get in the way of

studied Franco for a beat, then gave him an amused smile. “You’re waiting

is a major figure—she must have a security detail. There is no way she would

stepped forward, his voice steady yet respectful. “Dr. Finley,

over the

this woman—the