Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 81:

Ferris was amused by Sansa’s words but feigned anger as he spoke. “Mrs. Nash, I’ve already warned you to be mindful of your accusations. Are you suggesting that Dr. Riss deals in counterfeit drugs?”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant!” Sansa stammered, her anxiety palpable. “I just want to uncover the truth. It’s unfair for Ayla to be falsely accused.”

“Well, if that’s your stance, let’s clarify the situation,” Ferris retorted, his tone firm. “We were initially inclined to protect your daughter’s reputation, but it seems you’re not interested in our discretion.”

With that, Ferris displayed the emails Ayla had sent to Riss on the large screen for everyone to see

“Take a look. Miss Ayla Nash has bombarded Dr. Riss with over a hundred emails. At first, they were just normal applications, but then they escalated. I’ll let the emails speak for themselves.”

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gazed at the screen as Ferris stepped back, allowing the emails to reveal Ayla’s desperate attempts to secure Riss’s mentorship with an offer of two hundred million dollars. Everyone was flabbergasted as they

to her emails, dined with her, and even sold her the D Pill of MindEase Elixir at a

going to announce her as her apprentice today. Has Ayla lost

dollars would be enough to sway

the world, but I’ve never encountered someone as shameless as Ayla. She should forget about working in the medical industry ever again. Who would risk sending a

just mediocre. And now, the moral integrity

down. Sansa hadn’t expected such a drastic turn of events. Just moments ago, she had basked in the praise of Blebert’s doctors. But now, she was the target of everyone’s scorn, feeling utterly disgraced. Unable to bear the humiliation, her anger boiling over, she

remorse. Instead, she pointed at Ayla, placing the blame squarely on her shoulders. “You wicked girl! I’m going to die because of you! Do you still remember what you told me back at home? You promised you’d make me proud today. Yet here you are, making me a laughingstock. What’s the point of having you around? All my hard work

kicking and striking her mercilessly—despite having loved her once. Soon, Ayla’s nose bled profusely, and her clothes were

were entertained by the scene, none stepping forward to intervene. Ayla’s cries drowned out the rest of the noise at the exhibition hall. The other