Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 909:

Seeing the disdainful expression on Gerry’s face, Marissa was in no rush to disclose any of her identities. She mirrored his disdain and playfully teased him, “You guess.”

Gerry burst into laughter.

“Tiffany being mysterious doesn’t suit you. You were raised under the watchful eyes of us all. We’ve been with you all these years. We know what you’re capable of. Other than secretly mastering your painting skills and becoming Only, what other significant skills do you have? The only prestigious title that could have helped you grace our entire family was Connor’s wife. Sadly, that’s no longer your title. We’d be grateful if you just avoided bringing shame to our name.”

Although the Nash family members were grateful that Marissa had brought honor to the family as Only and had solved difficult problems, they all found themselves agreeing with Gerry.

The Nash family indeed didn’t believe that Only could elevate their status further. They valued the identity of Connor’s wife more. But since Tiffany no longer held that title, their expectations were quite low.

As Gerry finished speaking, the Nash family members nodded in agreement, and several elders even offered their advice:

“Tiffany, there’s no need to prove yourself here. Gerry’s words might be harsh, but they’re the truth. You’re no longer Connor’s wife, and you can no longer bring glory to our family.”

“Yes, not only have you lost the title that could bring glory to our family, but the divorce might also tarnish our reputation. After all, being dismissed by the Daniels family is hardly something to be proud of.”noveldrama

“When the news of your divorce from Connor becomes public, other influential families will surely mock our family. They’ll say you did everything to win Arabella’s favor and marry Connor, but in the end, you were still kicked out of the family.”

Marissa listened quietly to everyone’s comments and then smiled.

“I’ve said that my divorce from Connor is strictly a private affair and will not affect the Nash family in any way, so you have nothing to worry about. Now that I’m back home, as a member of this family, I intend to use my abilities to address our concerns. I plan to elevate our family to the forefront of the pharmaceutical industry in Blebert.”

“Keep dreaming!” Gerry scoffed.

“Tiffany, empty boasts won’t get you anywhere. You need proven skills. Are your medical abilities superior to Crosby’s, or is your expertise in pharmaceuticals greater than his?”

“Whether my medical and pharmaceutical skills are stronger than Crosby’s isn’t something we can settle just by talking. We need a real competition, right?” Marissa countered.

“That’s obvious!” Gerry slapped the table.

“Complete this right here, in front of everyone, and let’s see if you can outscore Crosby.”

Marissa glanced at the paper with indifference. Without touching it, she looked up at Gerry and replied with a hint of sarcasm, “What’s the point of answering theoretical questions? If we’re going to compete, let’s do it where it really matters—like healing and saving lives.”

Gerry frowned.

“What are you suggesting?”

“It’s simple.” Marissa pointed at Sergio, who was lying on the sofa.

“We have a patient here, don’t we?” Upon hearing Marissa’s suggestion, everyone turned their attention to Sergio.

Gerry looked over at Sergio and scoffed.

“Tiffany, Sergio’s illness is incurable. Unless your father is here right now, no one can heal him. Using Sergio as a benchmark to compete with Crosby is futile, don’t you think?”

“What’s futile?” Marissa argued.

“Given the complexity of Uncle Sergio’s condition, it will only prove whose medical skills are superior. Crosby and I can use Uncle Sergio’s illness for our competition. One round will decide the winner. It’s quite straightforward.”

At this point, Crosby let out a derisive snort.

“Using a patient with an incurable disease as a test? If neither of us can cure him, how do we declare a winner? Are we supposed to judge who can rush Uncle Sergio’s death?”

“Watch your mouth!” Landen snapped at Crosby. However, Crosby merely shrugged.

“Harsh as it may sound, I’m only stating the facts. Landen, there’s no need to get angry, right?”

Hannah was also furious, but she didn’t want to ruin Marissa’s strategy. She pulled Landen aside and gestured for him to hold back his comments.

Realizing that Black Snake was confident in saving his father, Landen decided not to jeopardize the plan. Seeing Hannah’s signal, he pursed his lips and said nothing more.

Marissa smiled and turned her attention to Crosby.

“The simple task: wake up Uncle Sergio. Are you up for the challenge?”

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