?Chapter 413:


    Discuss A Major Matter With You


    “Are you nning to spar with me?” Franco asked, looking at Marissa as if she were a fool. “Miss Nash, you’re utterly ipetent, and yet, you want to challenge me? Do you even hear yourself?”


    Marissa just smiled and shook her head. “It looks like you, a technical elite, aren’t up to date with the gossip. I’ve picked up a new nickname recently. They call me the Fiery-Tempered Beauty.”


    Franco scoffed, “Are you serious about sparring with me? If I hit you too hard and you get hurt, don’t start crying or use me of bullying you.”


    Marissa nodded and said, “Don’t worry. I’m aware of the rules.”


    Franco loosened his tie and stood tall. “Alright. I’ll let you make three moves first.”


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    “Okay then,” Marissa replied, still smiling.


    The moment she finished her sentence, Marissa delivered a swift kick, and Franco cried out in pain as he was sent flying out of the office door.


    Hended with a thud in the corridor.


    Connor touched his nose and kept silent.


    Domenic, Marc, and Terry winced in sympathy. It was as if they had felt the blow themselves.


    Franco had never anticipated Marissa’s formidable strength—enough to send him, a man at 6 feet tall, flying through the door.


    He thought his bones might have shattered from her kick. What he found particrly humiliating was how hended on the floor. For reasons he couldn’t fathom, he ended up syed in an awkward shape, looking like a giant frog.


    Trying to shift from this embarrassing position only caused him excruciating pain. Despite his efforts, he couldn’t manage to move.


    Just as he felt utterly mortified, Marissa approached, squatted beside him, and looked at him intently.


    “Don’t hit my face!” Franco pleaded. “If my idol, Dr. Finley, sees me like thister, I’ll be devastated.”


    “Don’t worry. I won’t hit your face,” Marissa said with a smile. “I just need to say this: don’t underestimate other fields. You assume that working in technology puts you above everyone else and makes you dismiss us artists.


    But look what just happened—you were beaten by an artist, right? Every job has its ce in this world. You don’t have the authority to elevate one profession over another. Do you get what I’m saying?”


    Franco gave a weak nod and said, “I get it! I don’t have an issue with artists, just with you specifically! You forced Connor to marry you by deceiving his grandma. Poor Connor!”


    “You should be disappointed in your cousin then. Why take it out on me? I became the wife of the richest man in the city by my own abilities.


    Your cousin couldn’t get rid of me despite his efforts, which proves I’m superior. You’re miscing your disdain.”


    Still reeling from the kick, Franco seemed to ponder her words and nodded. “There might be some truth in what you say…”


    Suddenly, Connor couldn’t contain himself and burst intoughter.


    Domenic, Marc, and Terry simultaneously shrugged, thinking ck Snake’s talent for influencing minds was unmatched!


    Marissa found Franco, the little admirer of Dr. Finley, somewhat endearing, so she yanked him up by his cor and gave him another kick.


    Franco cried out in pain and was about to scold Marissa for hitting him again, but then he realized he could move now.


    He figured out that his inability to move on the floor stemmed from a dislocated hip joint caused by the first kick, and the second kick from Marissa had unexpectedly realigned it.


    Now able to move, Franco felt both humiliated and furious. He red fiercely at Marissa, visibly upset yet cautious about provoking her further.


    Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Neil stepped out with Derek.


    Connor slightly furrowed his brow and asked Neil, “What brings you here?”


    Neil surveyed the group and then addressed Connor with a grave tone, “I need to discuss a major matter with you!”


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