Chapter 359
Chapter 359:
“You little rascal!” Maxwell exclaimed, wondering how he kept falling for her tricks every single time.
A few minutes later, another notification popped up on Marisa’s phone, and she beamed triumphantly. Wasting no time, she forwarded the photos to Maxwell.
The moment he opened them, Maxwell’s jaw practically dropped to the floor.
Was it really Maia? Maxwell rubbed his eyes, questioning if he was seeing things.
When did Maia get a younger brother? And why hadn’t Chris mentioned this?
From Marisa’s account, it seemed Hurst was quite familiar with Maia, even holding her in high regard. His mind was swirling with this sudden influx of details.
Marisa crossed her arms, her smirk evident. “Why the shocked expression? Overwhelmed? Or perhaps she’s just your type? She’s the mysterious composer K, who dazzled at the singing contest with ‘One More Day.’ Plus, she’s the acclaimed designer Eileen at MCN. I bet she has a long line of admirers. Maybe take a good look in the mirror before you even think about pursuing her p>
Before she could finish, Maxwell tapped her head gently with his fist. “Stop with the nonsense. I have no interest in her!” he said firmly. After all, Maia was Chris’ wife.
Marisa declared that Maxwell wouldn’t dare entertain such thoughts. Rubbing her head with a pout, she complained, “You hit me and scold me. Great. Now you owe me twenty grand p>
Maxwell, left speechless once again, reminded himself internally to remain calm for Marisa. After all, she was his sister.
With a defiant blink, Marisa pressed on. “Maxwell, I’m telling you, that woman is no simple case. She’s definitely hiding something. Surely you have some way to check into her background, right p>
Maxwell gave her a stern look and responded bluntly, “Focus on your studies and stop prying into things you shouldn’t p>
Then he got up and left the gaming room without another word.
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Marisa reclined in her chair, popped a lollipop into her mouth, and narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. “Well, this just got a whole lot more interesting p>
After leaving the lounge, Maxwell immediately phoned Chris and relayed everything Marisa had shared.
Finishing his recount, Maxwell couldn’t resist asking, “Chris, when did Maia become involved with the Cooper family p>
There was a brief silence before Chris answered, “Just make sure your sister keeps an eye on Maia’s brother at school p>
Maxwell let out a snort. “Already handled. Didn’t need you to spell it out p>
“Appreciate it.” With that brief reply, Chris ended the call.
Maxwell glanced at his phone, frowning in confusion. Why was Chris acting so composed? Almost too composed. It left an unsettling feeling in the air.
Meanwhile, across the city, Chris stood by the window, his eyes locked on the neon-drenched skyline. His gaze was darker than the night outside.
The following morning at the Morgan family’s villa, Rosanna rose early and took her time preparing herself. Mariana had messaged her the night before, inviting her to an art exhibition later that day.
Rosanna knew she couldn’t afford to miss any chance to leave a good impression on Mariana.
The exhibition was being held at the largest private art gallery in Wront. Rumor had it that the gallery’s new owner was a young figure from Drakmire.
Rosanna had heard whispers about the place before, but without an invitation, stepping inside was nothing more than a distant dream for ordinary people.
Rosanna set out early, determined not to keep Mariana waiting. She was focused on making the best possible impression.