Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 899:

Marissa sighed as she typed, “Father has arranged for me to get engaged to Everett. The Brock family has done so much for us; I owe them that. But there is one thing—I’ve been married to Connor once, and I have two children with him.”

Zyair, always the blunt one, replied, “You’re not seriously thinking about getting back with Connor, are you?”

Marissa responded, “The kids haven’t had their parents around since they were born. It’s heartbreaking. Now that we’ve reconnected, they deserve a complete family.”

Zyair, clearly unimpressed, replied, “That’s nonsense. These kids aren’t going to grow up in any regular household. Whether they stay with the Daniels family or the Nash family, they’ll have an affluent life. Don’t use them as an excuse. My advice? Take them back to the Nash family. Let them bear your family name. Your parents missed out on raising you, so this could be their second chance.”

Marissa finally caught on to Zyair’s true feelings. It wasn’t about the kids at all—he just didn’t like Connor. As she thought back, she realized Zyair had never liked Connor. But why? Connor and Zyair had been living so far from each other. How did they end up on such bad terms?

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Curiosity got the better of Marissa.

“Why do you dislike Connor so much, Old Peacock? What did he ever do to you?”

Zyair replied, “I’ve never met him.”

Marissa blinked in disbelief.

“You’ve never even met him? So why all the hate?”

Zyair replied, “Don’t ask so many questions. Anyway, mark my words—Connor is trouble. If you get back with him, you’ll regret it. And don’t say I didn’t warn you. If you marry him again, you’ll break my heart, and I won’t see you again. And don’t forget, he mistook you for someone else and forced you into marrying him. If that’s not a reason to demand serious compensation, I don’t know what is. And another thing—once you take the kids back to the Nash family, you’d better demand a large amount of child support from him, at least one billion a year. He can more than afford it, so don’t let him off easily. Actually, scratch that—ten billion? That’s chump change for Connor. The guy’s swimming in money. Ten billion is nothing to him. You must ask for at least ten billion.”

Marissa couldn’t help but smile, shaking her head at Zyair’s outrageous demands.

“Please, stop. Just go to bed already. Have a good sleep.”

But Zyair wasn’t ready to let it go.

“I’m not done yet. Listen to me. Don’t get all soft-hearted with Connor. We need to think this through carefully and plan every move…”

Before Zyair could finish his rant, Marissa swiftly transferred him a large sum of money. Barely containing her laughter, Marissa sent a final message, “Take the money and hush up.”

Zyair stared at the message, utterly stunned.

“What? Alright.”

He quickly accepted the money.

“Marissa, get some rest and give your dad my regards. Tell him I won’t hold a grudge about the incident where he sent people to attack the Doomsday Base. We’ll catch up over a drink sometime.”

Marissa rolled her eyes and closed the chat window. She shook her head with a smile, noting how Zyair’s antics made him seem more like a kid every day. After a moment of laughter, she let out a deep sigh. Following her separation from Connor, Marissa had planned to carefully reflect on her feelings and whether remarrying him for the sake of their children was the right decision.

Yet, with both her father and Zyair firmly opposed to her remarrying Connor and the engagement to Everett, she was left questioning how she could possibly move forward with Connor. Despite her lighthearted banter with Zyair, she held him in high regard. He had been a transformative mentor in her life, offering her guidance and care that was as significant as her father’s. His opinions mattered deeply to her, and she couldn’t bear the thought of letting him down.

“Alas!”

With a final sigh, Marissa stood up and left the room. Her father was eager to head home, so she needed to inform the Nash family to prevent any misunderstandings.noveldrama

As she descended the stairs, she noticed the Sanchez family still gathered in the living room, chatting away. Caylee had already retreated to her room. When Ruth saw Marissa coming down, she inquired, “Tiffany, didn’t you say you were tired and wanted to go to bed early? Why are you up again?”

Marissa reached the bottom of the stairs and faced the whole family, her tone sincere.

“Grandma, everyone, I’d like to make a proper introduction. My name is Marissa, and I am Tiffany’s twin sister.”

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