Chapter 308: Exceedingly Complicated After Marissa watched the video, her mood soured. Rita had been thorough. She captured Marissa's departure from the Sanchez family's residence last evening, as well as her return. The video clearly showed a Rolls-Royce tailing her when she cback.
Marissa immediately recognized the car. It belonged to Connor. What puzzled her, however, was the shattered front windshield of the expensive, limited-edition car, valued at 180 million. The damage seemed to be caused by a forceful impact.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHad someone actually smashed Connor's car? Who could muster the audacity to vandalize the luxury vehicle of Blebert's wealthiest man? The incident must have cost Connor several million dollars.
At that thought, Marissa's lips twitched slightly, a twinge of sympathy for Connor surfacing. But she quickly shook her head, chastising herself for the misplaced concern. With his vast wealth, such losses were mere pocket change to him. Why would she feel sorry for him? The real question now was, who had damaged his car? Connor owned hundreds of luxurious cars. Why would he choose to drive the damaged one? The more pressing issue, however, was his decision to tail her and linger in front of the Sanchez family's residence for an extended period.
New updates live on galIt becclear to her that the surveillance footage at the Sanchez family's house had likely been deleted by Connor. But what was his motive? Marissa mulled over Connor's actions for quite stbut couldn't unravel his intentions, compelling her to refocus on her own circumstances.
Why had she left the Sanchez family's house late at night? What had she done afterward? Why couldn't she recall any of it? Pondering these questions, she reviewed the video Rita had recorded multiple times. Gradually, she noticed something off about her eyes. They seemed vacant. Her movements were awkward, almost robotic, not nearly as fluid as Rita's.
Her demeanor was unusual, and she had no recollection of her actions. Eventually, she had to face the possibility that she was sleepwalking. This realization left her scratching her head in frustration.
Previously, she had battled severe insomnia following an injury, which was troubling enough. But now she was sleepwalking too? Was it because she had changed her sleep aid? When Connor was the one helping her sleep, there were no issues.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe'd sleep through the night without a hitch. However, the nights she spent with the two children—who also helped her sleep—resulted in sleepwalking. Could there be sunforeseen side effects? A flood of bizarre questions assaulted her mind, striking her as oddly humorous. She wondered if anyone else on the plsuffered from such peculiar insomnia. Was there another soul who relied on another human to drift off to sleep? Or someone else who developed sleepwalking issues upon switching their human lullaby? How could the world be so weird? Yet, she realized it wasn't the world that was weird. It was simple, really. She was the weird one. She was probably the strangest person alive, labeling herself a weirdo.
But her current predicament wasn't just the sleepwalking. The real issue lay in what had transpired between her and Connor during her sleepwalking. If it had been insignificant, he wouldn't have followed her back to the Sanchez family's house.
She contemplated calling Connor to discuss it but hesitated, feeling it might be inappropriate They Rad el only returned from the Sunrise a few days ago, and she had already requested a divorce twice. Moreover, Connor was visibly upset.
Given his peculiar temperament, he likely wouldn't disclose the truth. He had deleted the surveillance footage at the Sanchez family's house, clearly indicating his desire to keep the truth hidden. She was convinced he would never reveal it.
Marissa ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. The situation was exceedingly complicated. Feeling anxious and powerless over her lack of control, she showed her distress. Observing her turmoil, Rita, her assistant, inquired with a deadpan expression, "Boss, do you needto deal with the man in the broken Rolls-Royce?"