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    Connor fixed Marissa with a piercing stare, his eyes alight with a mix of anger and disbelief, realizing just how skilled she was at humiliating him.


    Marissa nced back at him briefly, then casually put away her phone, settled back, and seemed poised to fall asleep.


    Casually, she remarked, “I’m actually quite generous to you. Didn’t you know? ck Snake is famous for never paying for others’panionship.”


    “And who exactly has slept with you?” Connor demanded, his voice edged with anger as he clenched his teeth.


    “Countless,” Marissa answered, a smirk in her voice. “From the old to the young, the tall to the short, the hefty to the slender, and those with legs either longer or shorter than yours. I’ve had them all.”


    Connor’s expression darkened further, his scowl deepening. He knew she was baiting him, yet a part of him couldn’t dismiss the possibility of truth in her words, which only fueled his irritation.


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    He changed the topic sharply. “We need to talk about yourpensation for the destruction of my house.”


    Marissa stayed quiet, contemting the need to shell out more than three billion dors, causing her to pause.


    After a brief pause, she offered a suggestion. “How about this? Pose for me and I’ll paint you. Given your perfect build and striking looks, the portrait would surely sell for a tremendous amount.”


    Connor was at a loss for words.


    He chose to stop talking to Marissa, fearing he would lose his temper.


    With a snort of frustration, hey down, murmuring a terse, “Good night.”


    Marissa shut her eyes immediately, a smug smile ying on her lips.


    She woke promptly at 6 AM the next morning, as was her routine.


    The first thing she did was to retrieve the tracker-recorder tucked into her hair and check the records.


    Uncertain whether she had stopped sleepwalking while using Connor as her sleeping aid, Marissa had cleverly concealed the tracker-recorder in her hair again for confirmation.


    Upon reviewing the data, Marissa found that Connor indeed proved to be an excellent sleep aid.


    She had shared a bed with himst night, and her location had remained unchanged, indicating she had slept soundly through the night.


    This led her to conclude that other sleep aids had side effects that triggered her sleepwalking.


    While eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Serene Rest Pills, she realized she would need to stick close to Connor for another month if she didn’t want something unexpected to ur.


    Lost in thought, she was brought back to reality when Connor emerged from the bathroom.


    He had taken another shower and was wrapped in a towel, which hung loosely around his waist.


    Catching her breath, Marissa felt a sting in her eyes. She snapped irritably, “It’s early morning. Can’t you behave yourself? There’s ady present, you know.”


    Connor seemed unbothered. Drying his hair with a towel, he retorted, “You’ve seen it all before. What’s there to be shy about now?”


    Marissa was taken aback by his audacity.


    Sure, she had seen him once, but that hardly meant she wasfortable with a repeat performance.


    His reasoning baffled her.


    With a cold re, Marissa opened her mouth to retort, but before she could, Connor casually dropped the towel and began dressing.


    “Holy crap,” she eximed, leaping out of the bed and bolting into the bathroom where she quickly locked the door behind her.


    Outside, Connor chuckled to himself as he buttoned his shirt, his shoulders shaking with silentughter. He made a mental note to continue this little game, convinced that she’d get used to it eventually.


    Meanwhile, Marissa took a quick shower to calm her nerves.


    By the time she stepped out, Connor had already left the room.


    Breathing a sigh of relief, she changed into her clothes.


    Just then, her phone chimed with a new message. It was from Xander.


    “Chief instructor, I peeked at the message rissa sent to my brother. She’sing back from overseas to Blebert this morning and asked him to meet for lunch. Do you want me to take you there and pretend we bump into each other?”


    Marissa responded eagerly, “Absolutely! Let’s meet up and then we can see rissa together.”


    “Alright, chief instructor. I’ll swing by in the new Bentley my brother just got. You’re my girlfriend now. I want to make you feel special. Haha,” Xander chuckled.


    Marissa wasted no time and hurried downstairs where Connor was sitting at the dining table. Catching sight of her, he motioned. “Come on, breakfast is ready.”


    Despite this, Marissa dashed out of the house like a lightning bolt, calling back, “Something urgent came up. I’ll have to skip it.”


    Connor watched her disappear, his brow furrowed in confusion over her sudden haste


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