NovelEnglishChapter 315: Upon seeing Marc's distressed and frantic expression, Domenic and Terry instantly realized that Marissa had likely done something more shocking downstairs.
Breathlessly, Marc delivered his news. "Mr. Daniels, Miss Nash has demolished the gate and is hurling everything in the building outside!" Both Domenic and Terry then directed their gazes toward Connor, expecting him to take action.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe damage to the gate was repairable, but the items inside the building were irreplaceable. Connor's residence housed countless treasures. The vases on the tables were ancient artifacts worth millions, perhaps even billions. The paintings on the walls were not merely decorative but historic masterpieces with unfathomable value. There were items even more expensive than those vases and paintings. Every object in his building was far beyond ordinary. Losing even a single one could mean a significant financial blow.
Despite his considerable wealth, it was hard to imagine Connor standing by as his wife squandered such riches. Yet, his reactions were often enigmatic. Even in the face of Marc's alarming update, he retained a composed expression and even managed a laugh.
Latest uploaded gVlDomenic, Marc, and Terry grumbled internally. With his house under assault, how could Mr. Daniels remain amused? They thought to themselves that if he was indifferent to the destruction, he might as well allocate those valuable items to them, given their urgent need for funds to clear their debts. Such thoughts, however, they kept to themselves, never daring to articulate them.
Suddenly, several more crashing sounds erupted from below, clearly the result of Marissa throwing items out of the living room and the items getting smashed in the yard.
While Domenic, Marc, and Terry felt a surge of anxiety, Connor merely stated in a relaxed tone, "Go check again." Domenic, Marc, and Terry exchanged bewildered looks. Go check again? What was there to check? Wasn't it obvious? Marissa was already tearing the house apart. Shouldn't Connor be figuring out how to stop her? Internally seething, Domenic, Marc, and Terry kept their thoughts to themselves. Eventually, they all shrugged in resignation. Why should they be worried about a billionaire's problems? They were even unwilling to speak. Why? Because speaking reminded them of their diet of instant noodles, which had bectheir staple due to crippling high-interest loans. The mere thought of instant noodles was enough to make them feel sick, yet they had no choice but to keep eating them.
Reflecting on their dire circumstances juxtaposed with Connor's indifference to his wife's destructive spree painted a stark picture of the divide between the rich and the poor.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThey exchanged knowing glances, and Marc reluctantly said, "Yes, sir." Then he headed downstairs to check again.
Domenic took a deep breath and composed himself. Meanwhile, Terry, somewhat naively, inquired, “Mr. Daniels, about the items Marissa threw into the yard. Do you still want them?" He was considering scavenging through the discarded items for anything that might still be valuable and sellable.
Domenic was tempted by the sthought but remained silent, casting a sidelong glance at Connor. Connor at looked at Terry with a mix of confusion and curiosity.
Feeling cornered, Terry stammered, "Well, they... they were valuable, sir. It seems wasteful to just throw them out. Maybe we could salvage sitems to sell."
Connor's expression deepened. "It sounds like you're considering am career shift from head of security to junk collector. Is that the case?"
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