?Chapter 90:
In the small meeting room, Connor was engrossed in documents while Domenic reported on their work. Marc and Terry stood guard at the door
Marissa entered the room without knocking, instantly causing Connor to look up with a mild smile. “What’s up?” he inquired casually
Maintaining a serious demeanor, Marissa nced at Domenic, Marc, and Terry before focusing on Connor. “How is Derek?” she asked directly
Domenic, Marc, and Terry discreetly moved to the side, well aware of her influence and not wishing to provoke her. Connor reached for his phone and made a quick call to check on Derek
After a brief conversation, he hung up and reported to Marissa, “He has recovered his memory, but he’s still physically weak.”
Marissa, hearing that, turned to leave without a word of thanks, her exit marked by a sharp re thrown over her shoulder at Connor
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Watching her leave, Connor simply smiled again, amused rather than offended. Domenic, Marc, and Terry, observing this, rxed slightly. If their boss could handle Marissa’s brusque manner, they felt less bothered by her treatment toward them
Outside the building, Marissa tried calling Derek, but he didn’t answer. She wondered if he was still frightened or perhaps had reservations about speaking to her. After a brief pause, she returned to the meeting room and approached Connor again. “Can I borrow your phone?” she asked straightforwardly. Connor handed over his phone without hesitation
Marissa dialed Derek’s number using Connor’s phone. This time, Derek answered immediately, his voice carrying a tone of respect. “Uncle Connor.”
The corners of Marissa’s mouth twitched as she responded in a nonchnt tone, “Hello, my dear nephew-inw.” She then heard scrambling noises from Derek’s end of the line. Her sharp instincts allowed her to visualize his reactions, piecing together Derek’s movements from the sounds she heard
When Derek heard Marissa’s voice on the phone, panic seized him, causing him to drop the phone to the floor. Scrambling to pick it up, he hesitated, driven by instinct to end the call, but the realization that she was using Connor’s phone made him freeze, too frightened to disconnect. With a feigned cheerfulness, Marissa asked, “My dear nephew-inw, when will you rify the rumor online?”
Derek, however, sidestepped the question. “Marissa, how… how are you using my uncle’s phone? Is my uncle with you?”
Marissa chuckled at his nervous inquiries. “Your questions are ridiculous,” she said yfully. “I can use my husband’s phone as I like. It’s not strange at all. Don’t be nervous. He’s not with me right now; he’s taking a shower. You can say anything you want.”
Connor, overhearing this, raised his eyebrows and muttered under his breath, “You little liar, telling a lie whenever you want.”
Domenic, Marc, and Terry exchanged uneasy nces. Marissa didn’t seem to fit the image of a highly skilled doctor. Instead, she came across as deceitful. If they hadn’t witnessed her earlier disdainful and arrogant behavior toward Connor, they might have thought the two were a loving couple, judging from her words
Ignoring the men’s reactions, Marissa continued her conversation with Derek. “You’ve almost recovered. I’m going to treat you to another meal today. How about I send someone to pick you up at your home now?”
“Marissa, don’t do that!” Derek blurted out, his voiceced with rm. “I… I’ll make a video rification right now!”
“You should be quick about it. I’ll treat you to dinner if you take even a minute longer. Haa…” Marissa replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she ended the call. She nced at Connor, handed back his phone without a word of thanks, and walked out of the room, leaving the four men dumbfounded
After exiting Connor’s property, she hopped onto her motorcycle and sped away toward her rental apartment on Vintage Street. An hourter, she arrived at her destination. The apartment door was slightly ajar. As she was about to push it open, she paused, hearing a conversation ongoing inside
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