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Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 319
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Chapter 319: Having adjusted to waking up early over the past two days, Connor found himself also awake at 3:30 AM. With growing familiarity, he turned his head to check on the still figure next to him. As he expected, she had started her morning workout. Today, she was doing splits and leg stretches, making the bed creak loudly.

Connor watched Marissa's athletic maneuvers, reminiscent of a dancing student's practice, and said mockingly into the tracker-recorder, "Miss Nash, you harassedin every possible way last night, and now you're disrupting my sleep again.

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Have you no shame? Hey, don't touch here. Don't touch there either. Can you be a bit gentler? You're going to break the bed!" Although Marissa never replied, Connor kept up his excited commentary. When Marissa finished her exercises and climbed out of bed, he fell silent. As she laced up her shoes and left, he quickly put on his own and followed her out.

She sped off on her motorcycle, and he trailed behind in his car. His Rolls-Royce, worth 180 million, was out of commission, but thankfully, he had other cars to choose from. The drive was smooth, and they soon arrived outside the Sanchez family's villa.

He watched her park her motorcycle at the villa and rush inside. When he saw Rita emerge from the villa, he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. It was also this young woman who had appeared first yesterday, likely the one who spotted his car and alerted Marissa, leading to her discovering her sleepwalking. The girl seemed clever. Feeling Rita's watchful eyes, Connor didn't linger. He quickly started his car and drove away from the Sanchez family's residence, heading back to Daniels Manor. This time, he chose not to delete the surveillance footage from the Sanchez family's villa. He was curious to see how Marissa would react when she heard the tracker- recorder's recording.

Reflecting on the previous night's events, he couldn't help but smile, amused by the whole situation. By the the reached Daniels Manor, dawn was breaking.

Domenic, Marc, and Terry were already suited up and ready for the day. Upon seeing Connor return, they respectfully bowed and greeted, "Good morning, Mr. Daniels." Connor's smile paused when he noticed them. Then he knitted his brows in bewilderment and asked, "Why do you all look like you've been binging on instant noodles?" At the mention of instant noodles, the three nearly vomited simultaneously. They were all taken aback by how quickly Connor noticed their abnormalities. Domenic managed a forced smile and offered an explanation. "It's probably because we've been lacking sleep." Connor nodded. "Marissa has been causing disturbances every night; it must be affecting your sleep. I've decided to give you a raise." When the three heard about the raise, their faces brightened like predators eyeing their prey. They all wondered about the amount of the raise, but Domenic and Marc hesitated to ask directly. Only Terry boldly asked, "How much of a raise are you thinking of giving us?" "Each of you will get an increase of $20,000 per month," Connor said straightforwardly.

"Thank you, Mr. Daniels." They were so thrilled they nearly bowed down before such a generous employer. However, despite this increase, it barely made a dent in their debts, and they would likely continue relying on instant noodles.

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After watching Connor's car drive away, Rita went back to the kids' bedroom and found Marissa undressing and getting into bed, snuggling with the two little ones before dozing off again. Rita quietly kept watch over them until Marissa awoke at 8 AM.

As soon as Marissa's eyes opened, Rita reported, "Boss, you went out again last night and were followed when you returned. This time, the car behind you wasn't the broken-down Rolls-Royce from yesterday, but a brand- new black Bentley."

Marissa was prepared for this discussion. She sat up, removed the tracker-recorder hidden in her hair, and connected it to her phone to review the recording from the previous night