Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 82:

Glancing at Marissa and Landen standing together, and then at Ayla, who was in a sorry state from being beaten, Sansa suddenly lunged at Marissa. For years, Sansa had invested considerable effort in ensuring Ayla’s success and Tiffany’s downfall. Yet now, Tiffany had become the wife of the wealthiest man, while her daughter had fallen into disrepute. Sansa found this reversal unbearable. Determined that Tiffany should not thrive if Ayla couldn’t, Sansa was intent on ruining Tiffany’s life at any cost

With such malicious intent, Sansa charged at Marissa like a hungry wolf. Those around Marissa stepped back, fearing they might get caught in the fight. Marissa stood her ground, watching Sansa approach with a slight smile. If she were to kick and break Sansa’s ribs, it would be considered legal self-defense, right?

As Marissa pondered this and subtly positioned her feet for a kick, Sansa was suddenly sent flying. Marissa turned to see Connor had appeared beside her and had kicked Sansa away

“Ah!” Sansa’s scream echoed as she was propelled ten feet and crashed to the floor. The crowd was stunned, not by Sansa being kicked, but by Connor’s sudden intervention

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Standing tall at 6.2 feet, Connor exuded a commanding presence. His mere presence seemed to silence the hall with its implicit authority. The exhibition hall went quiet

at Connor’s sleeve, gave him a thumbs-up and whispered, “Well done, Connor.

she thought she was speaking

with a

envy; she had a wealthy husband and a family that openly

her forehead. She hadn’t watched enough of Sansa and Ayla’s humiliation yet. Why had

“Didn’t everyone say Connor disliked you? Why did he come to your defense like

wife. If I were attacked in public, it would reflect poorly on him,” Marissa replied

“You’re right.” Landen nodded

on the head. “Go home now!” After that, he hurled the fake D Pill

was too eager to escape the scene to care. She quickly got up,

called

dread. She was uncertain of the further