?Chapter 411:


    You Can’t me Me For Not Reminding You


    Franco’s evident disgust baffled Marissa, prompting her to ask, “Why can’t I be here?”


    He eyed her critically. “This is the Daniels Group. Only the elite can work here. This isn’t a ce for selling your paintings. Do you really think you belong?”


    Marissa met his gaze with a yful smirk. “So, you look down on artists and those who deal in art?”


    “No, I don’t,” Franco retorted, his head held high in a show of pride, yet his tone remained sincere. “I just look down on you.”


    Marissa almost let out augh. After giving him a thorough once-over, she crossed her arms and replied calmly, “I see.”


    That was all she said.


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    Then, she walked into Connor’s office, not giving Franco another look.


    Franco felt both anger and frustration, thinking his efforts to upset her were futile. He had anticipated Marissa would question his disdain further, giving him a chance to borate. But she didn’t. So, his nned remarks went unsaid, leaving him feeling stifled.


    Domenic, Marc, and Terry watched, hiding knowing smiles. They were aware of Franco’s disregard for Tiffany.


    To Franco, Connor was akin to a deity, one who ought to marry a goddess. Yet, Connor was forced to marry Tiffany, a woman with a less-than-sterling reputation, a union Franco strongly opposed.


    Franco, a highly intelligent man with foreign credentials and notable robotics achievements, often let his emotions show due to his low emotional intelligence. He was always candid about his feelings.


    It was fortunate he worked directly under Connor. In any otherpany, his naivety might have made him a target for maniption.


    Today, Franco’s misstep came when he mistook Marissa for Tiffany, creating trouble for himself. If he backed down now, nothing further would ur. But if he persisted, he might face severe repercussions from ck Snake.


    Domenic, Marc, and Terry watched Franco with a mix of sympathy and mischievous anticipation, curious to see if ck Snake would retaliate.


    When a person is weighed down by extreme poverty, their mindset might shift toward negativity, and eventually, they might grow vicious over time.


    These three men, burdened by a mountain of debt, were once confined to a monotonous diet of instant noodles, which they eventually grew utterly tired of.


    Now, they had switched to bread and pickles, but even this new menu haunted their dreams.


    Despite earning 1.2 million dors annually, they lived a life of deprivation, colored by their grim financial situations.


    As they observed Franco, who strutted like a proud peacock, a malicious thought crossed their minds—they wished Franco wouldn’t stop provoking ck Snake.


    Connor, oblivious to the dark thoughts of his subordinates, gently patted Franco on the shoulder and whispered, “Don’t provoke her.”


    With those words, Connor was just about to enter his office.


    “Connor,” Franco called out, stopping him in his tracks.


    “I heard your marriage to Tiffany isn’t real. That’s excellent news! You should divorce her as soon as possible. She doesn’t deserve you. She even manipted your grandma to force you into this marriage. How terrible! You are like a god, Connor.


    How could you marry a woman with two children? Even if she’s the legendary artist Only, it’s not right.”


    Connor shot Franco a stern look. “You’d better stay out of my business.”


    Then, turning his attention to Marissa, who was seated on the sofa, he added, “Franco is one of my dearest rtives, so don’t provoke him. He won’t mind me reminding you when you find yourself in trouble.”


    Connor was convinced his warning was stern enough, and Franco should heed his words. Surprisingly, Franco walked over to Marissa right after the admonition.


    “She’s just a nobody who knows how to paint, right? What can she do to me if I keep provoking her?” Franco said dismissively


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