Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 70:

This email was, in essence, also a resume

Marissa had seen numerous resumes detailing educational backgrounds, employment histories, and medical achievements. However, she had never encountered one that included bank account information and even the password. The total in the account was a staggering two hundred million dollars

In addition to the financial details, the email was filled with desperate pleas. The sender wanted to bribe Riss with money, hoping Riss would agree to take her on as an apprentice. Marissa found the email amusing. Before this, the same person had sent her an email nearly every day, pleading for a response

The most recent email arrived just moments ago, slightly more verbose than the previous ones. “Doctor Riss, I’m not sure why you haven’t responded. Perhaps you’re too caught up in your work to notice my emails. But if you do see this, please respond. It’s my life’s greatest dream to be your apprentice. I am truly sincere. If you could just announce that you accept me as your apprentice, I would do anything. The medical conference is today, and I’m growing increasingly anxious. Please, Doctor Riss, take me on as your apprentice. If you turn me down, I won’t be able to face my family. You could save my life by agreeing.”

After reading the email, Marissa logged out without a response, shaking her head in disbelief. How absurd it was for Ayla to offer two hundred million dollars just to be acknowledged as Doctor Riss’s apprentice! Marissa didn’t even consider Ayla’s medical prowess; her actions alone were distasteful. She seemed desperate, almost embarrassingly so. Marissa would never assist her

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struggles with bullying in her diaries, which hardened her expression. She then sent a message to Ferris: “Please help me

sending the message, she headed straight for her flower shop. There, she changed into a white shirt and jeans before catching

for a lavish party rather than a medical conference. They wore extravagant jewelry and elegant dresses, their backs exposed. Sansa, especially, carried herself with an air of expectation, likely fantasizing about

of engaging with them, but Sansa blocked her path. “Tiffany, why don’t

“Tiffany, you’re becoming more and more impolite! With such poor manners, how

conference dressed like you’re running a brothel. It’s quite an embarrassment to the Nash family. If I greeted you, I might end up being

sneer. “And Ayla, looking at your outfit, those unfamiliar with you might mistake you for the most popular whore your

“Damn you!”

pale with anger. They wanted to retort but restrained themselves, aware of the many eyes around them. As they scanned the crowd, they realized they were dressed unlike anyone else there. The other women, whether doctors or not, were in conservative attire. Even those from affluent families opted for simplicity. No one else