NovelOnlineChapter 288: In Daniels Manor, Connor spent the entire night brooding on the living room sofa in his exclusive building, refusing to go to bed even as early morning approached. Marissa had suggested they divorce again so she could better care for Tiffany's two children. Her apparent lack of attachment to him had left him seething with anger.
He had openly expressed his pursuit of her, yet she had dismissed him so readily. To her, Tiffany, her twin sister whom she had never met, seemed to matter more than her own husband, with whom she had shared a room for so long. What had he done wrong? Why didn't she value him? The more Connor dwelled on these thoughts, the angrier he became. He felt neither sleepy nor inclined to work, so he just sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression for hours. His subordinates, Domenic, Marc, and Terry, didn't dare go to sleep either. They stood by, keeping him company.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtConnor's mood was intimidating. None of them dared to soothe him or even make a noise. They breathed softly, fearing any slight sound might trigger his anger.
In the tense and oppressive atmosphere, the sound of a motorcycle suddenly pierced the quiet outside the building. Domenic, Marc, and Terry perked up at the stime. They were very familiar with the sound—it was Marissa's motorcycle. Could Marissa be visiting Mr. Daniels at this late hour? No, it was impossible.
More updates in galMarissa had already requested a divorce from Mr. Daniels, informing him that someone else now helped her sleep and that Mr. Daniels no longer held any significance for her. She couldn't possibly be visiting him so late at night. So, they convinced themselves they must have been mistaken.
However, they heard the motorcycle stop right in front of Connor's building. They heard Marissa approaching the building. All three men widened their eyes simultaneously. Could it really be Marissa? Connor had been distractedly playing with his phone. Upon hearing the noise, he looked up, surprised. He was initially uncertain, but the sound of Marissa's approaching footsteps confirmed that she was there. Suddenly, Connor's heart started racing, and he felt a rush of excitement.
He got to his feet, intent on greeting her, but then hesitated, worrying she might be there to discuss the divorce. He paused, turned around, and ran upstairs.
While climbing the stairs, he instructed Domenic, Marc, and Terry, "Tell her I'm not here!" Watching Connor's retreating figure, Domenic, Marc, and Terry exchanged puzzled looks. Look at that, Marissa had their Mr. Daniels so rattled. Since when had Mr. Daniels becso timid? Just then, Marissa entered the living room. The three men straightened up, adopting a humble demeanor as soon as they saw her. They knew they had to show respect to a woman who could turn their boss into a coward. "Miss Nash," they all said in unison, bowing and greeting her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmYet, she paid them no mind and scanned the living room with her large, expressive eyes. Just as she was about to head upstairs, Domenic quickly stepped into her path with a humble smile, saying, “Miss Nash, Mr. Daniels isn't here right now." Domenic expected Marissa to ask about Connor's whereabouts, but instead, she brushed him aside. The strength of Black Snake's arm was not something ordinary people could bear. She seemed to merely flick her wrist, and Domenic staggered backward several steps, only avoiding a fall thanks to Marc's quick reaction.
The three of them exchanged puzzled looks. Their boss was acting ΟΠ out of character tonight, and so was Marissa. Ignoring their reactions, Marissa continued past them and headed upstairs
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