Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 123:

Hearing Marissa’s words, Connor looked at her and questioned, “Why do you think she won’t agree? You seem to know her quite well.”

As Connor continued to bandage her wound, Marissa replied calmly, “I once treated King of Doomsday Base. He shared stories about the chief instructor.”

Marc and Terry immediately perked up. They were devoted fans of the chief instructor, always eager to hear any news about her

Marissa continued, “King mentioned that Black Mallow is fiercely independent and values her freedom. She wouldn’t even consider ruling Doomsday Base, so she certainly wouldn’t stoop to being your bodyguard.”

Before Connor could respond, Marc instinctively nodded and said, “Exactly. The chief instructor doesn’t like being under someone’s control.”

Terry added, “Right, she’s a queen in her own right. Even King had to be very nice to get her to work for him. How could she settle for being just an employee?”noveldrama

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Looking at the two, Marissa inquired, “Are you guys from Doomsday Base?”

Marc and Terry instantly froze, realizing their slip, and vehemently shook their heads

“No, no, no, just heard about it,” Marc quickly denied. “Yeah, I’ve heard about it too,” Terry chimed in

Marissa, seeing through their facade, chose not to call them out but said, nodding, “The chief instructor of Doomsday Base is so renowned that even international bodyguards like you have heard of her.”

“Exactly. Many from Doomsday Base end up as international bodyguards. Some guard business moguls, others high-ranking politicians. One of our former team members came from there,” Marc added immediately

All of a sudden, Marissa let out a loud scream

The people in the car were shocked. Connor, who was bandaging her, paused and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Marissa pointed to the bandage and exclaimed, “This is really painful. Are you trying to kill me?”

Connor adjusted the bandage and retied it, asking, “Is this better?”

“Okay,” Marissa responded, then added with a hint of drama, “It looks awful. I want a bow. No, it’s crooked. It’s too formal and rigid. It’s not right. Oh my goodness, you’re such a dork!”

Domenic, Marc, and Terry all felt a headache coming on. Why had this woman turned so dramatic? She was as loud as a flock of ducks. Mr. Daniels was not known for his patience. If she became too demanding and arrogant, he was likely to snap

Yet, what followed took them by surprise. Connor, typically short-tempered with women, remained remarkably patient no matter how much Marissa fussed. He even tweaked the bowknot to meet her specifications. Only when she quieted down did he look up gently and inquire, “How’s this?”

“It’s just okay.” Still not completely pleased, Marissa said, “You’ll never get it as perfect as I picture it, but this will do.”

Then she pulled her hand back, looked at the bowknot on the bandage, pouted, and complained, “What an ugly bowknot!”

Domenic’s, Marc’s, and Terry’s mouths twitched. This woman was definitely too melodramatic. But Connor didn’t lose his temper. Instead, he smiled and assured, “I’ll get better at it.”

Domenic arched his eyebrows. Other than Arabella, Connor had never allowed any woman to talk to him like this. It seemed he had a real soft spot for Marissa

Meanwhile, Marc and Terry noticed something else. Marissa had something in common with their chief instructor

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