Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 403:

Inexplicable

Xander couldn’t answer Burnet’s question and chose to act mysterious. Burnet couldn’t uncover the truth.

“Kander, you’re getting bolder and bolder,” Burnet sneered. “You think I won’t beat you just because you’re my brother?”

Xander nodded honestly.noveldrama

In the past, he feared Burnet because he might reduce his monthly allowance. He dreaded the embarrassment of being poor. But now, he no longer feared it. Marissa had just given him 100 million dollars as a reward. He could rely on that for a long time.

Burnet laughed angrily. “You don’t care if I cut your allowance, do you?”

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Xander nodded again. He believed he could endure for a long while with Marissa’s support.

Burnet observed his changing expressions carefully. He then pulled out his phone and checked all of Xander’s bank accounts but couldn’t find the secret savings.

Staring at Xander in confusion, he asked, “You’re not afraid of being poor anymore?”

Xander shook his head. “No, I’m not. My chief instructor once told me that a man has to have his backbone. Even if I’m facing poverty, I won’t give in to my enemy.”

“Great! That suits you well,” Burnet scoffed as he nodded. “I’ll just wait and see how long you can hold on to that pride of yours.”

In the ladies’ room, Marissa slowed her pace and gradually dropped her innocent smile upon hearing Clarissa’s words.

She simply stared at Clarissa, choosing not to respond. Not knowing her opponent well, she opted for caution, thinking it best not to speak at all.

Clarissa, nearly the same height as Marissa, met her gaze squarely, their auras clashing as though evenly matched.

Yet Clarissa’s arrogance was apparent. Her eyes brimmed with disdain as she spoke first. “Miss Nash, do you take pleasure in taking what belongs to others?”

Marissa raised her eyebrows but remained silent, waiting for Clarissa to go on.

Clarissa sneered, “Miss Nash, you play the part of a weak, naive girl. But in reality, you relish in stealing someone else’s father and boyfriend. What a despicable woman you are! I have no respect for you.”

Before Marissa could reply, Clarissa scoffed disdainfully, “Miss Nash, do you really think all men will be charmed by you just because you can paint and make a little money from it? That you can take the older ones to be your father and the younger ones to be your boyfriend?”

With a mocking laugh, Clarissa went on, “Here’s a friendly warning, Miss Nash. Stop lusting after what isn’t yours. No matter how much you try to snatch them away, they’ll never truly be yours.”

After issuing her stern warning, Clarissa glared ominously at Marissa and stormed off.

Marissa remained frozen in place, deeply shaken.

She mulled over Clarissa’s accusations. An inner voice told her there was something significant behind those words, but she couldn’t unravel it.

Clarissa had accused her of stealing someone’s father and boyfriend. But whose father? Whose boyfriend? The thoughts swirled, leaving her baffled.

Yet, amid her confusion, one thing was clear. Clarissa had been watching her for a long time. She didn’t just learn about her today.

Was Clarissa thinking she was Tiffany, or did she know she was Marissa all along?

If Clarissa knew she was Marissa, that meant she knew much about her. In contrast, Marissa knew little about Clarissa, which put her at a disadvantage.

After pondering for a while, Marissa headed back to the dining area.

To her astonishment, as she approached their table, she saw Connor storm in, his expression thunderous

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