?Chapter 314:
Connor, as usual, returned to Daniels Manor straight after work. Following dinner, he retreated to the study, anticipating Marissa’s arrival.
When he received Marissa’s warning, he knew she had discovered her sleepwalking issue and devised a n. He stationed Terry at the manor entrance to timely alert him of her arrival.
As expected, around midnight, Terry notified Connor of Marissa’s arrival.
“Mr. Daniels, Miss Nash is here! She’s alone, riding that old motorcycle.”
Reading the message, Connor smirked mysteriously and told Terry, who was beside him, “Go close the gate to this building.”
Terry looked at Domenic, who was beside him, perplexed. Considering Mr. Daniels’ typical demeanor, shouldn’t he be thrilled to meet Miss Nash? So, why the decision to shut the gate and bar her entry?
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Equally bewildered, Domenic gestured to Terry to simplyply with Connor’s instructions.
Terry, brimming with questions, descended the stairs and swiftly closed the gate. He stationed himself by the gate, keeping watch.
Meanwhile, Domenic remained beside Connor, carefully studying his boss’s expression once Terry left. Despite his scrutiny, Connor’s countenance remained inscrutable, adorned with a faint, enigmatic smile, leaving Domenic to wonder.
A moment of silence enveloped them before a thunderous crash reverberated from downstairs, causing Domenic to flinch.
Marissa was sleepwalking again. For consecutive nights, she had precisely arrived at midnight at Connor’s building in Daniels Manor, initiating chaos before seeking hispany. Tonight appeared to follow the same pattern.
However, the amplified noise tonight perplexed Domenic, especially since their building’s gate was locked. How did Marissa manage to enter?
Shaking off his astonishment, Domenic nced at Connor, whose inscrutable smile remained intact, devoid of any hint of surprise.
At that moment, Terry hurried upstairs and reported, “Mr. Daniels, something’s wrong! Miss Nash… she tore down the gate! She was evidently infuriated by our attempt to block her and responded with extreme violence.”
Domenic was stunned. The source of the deafening noise became apparent—the gate had been torn down! Marissa, also known as the mercenary queen ck Snake, had fully lived up to her formidable reputation. Despite the gate’s quality, she had effortlessly dismantled it.
Domenic now wholeheartedly believed the rumors that ck Snake had once decimated an entire army on her own—an incredibly fearsome individual!
After a moment of astonishment, Domenic turned his gaze back to Connor, who remained cloaked in his enigmatic demeanor.
With his report concluded, Terry awaited further instructions, pondering whether they should intervene to halt Marissa’s rampage. However, Connor stayed silent, offering no directives.
Another crash echoed from downstairs, indicating that Marissa’s destruction was ongoing.
“Mr. Daniels,” Terry asked innocently, “should we stop Miss Nash?”
Connor nced up at Terry with an air of nonchnce and asked, “Can you stop her?”
Terry was rendered speechless for a moment before vehemently shaking his head. The realization dawned on him—trying to stop ck Snake was futile, even with Marissa’s assistance.
“If you can’t stop her, what’s the point?” Connor reprimanded before returning to his task. “Let her be.”
As he uttered those words, another deafening crash resonated from downstairs. Both Domenic and Terry recoiled, fearing that Connor’sissez-faire approach might lead to Marissaying waste to the entire building.
However, they decided against fretting. If Connor wasn’t inclined to intervene, they saw no reason to do so. After all, it was not their house.
They were burdened by significant debts, so why concern themselves with the property of a billionaire?
As they mulled over their predicament, Terry barged in, his expression fraught with urgency. “Mr. Daniels, Miss Nash… She… She.”
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