Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 108:

After recognizing Wesson, Marissa smiled. What a small world! She had been looking for an opportunity to teach this scoundrel a lesson, and now, fate had delivered him right into her path

She had heard that after the major scandal, his parents had sent him abroad. She hadn’t heard any news of his return until today, when she unexpectedly ran into him. It seemed he had just come back

As these thoughts swirled in her head, Wesson was unabashedly flirting with her. “Hey, Beautiful, why are you so quiet? I can take you to the most upscale club in Blebert. Doesn’t that interest you?”

Marissa turned to him. Wesson, stunned, asked, “Tiffany Nash?” Clad in casual attire and a helmet, Marissa looked effortlessly cool and stunning on her motorbike. From behind and the side, she bore no resemblance to Tiffany. Wesson hadn’t recognized her until just now

Seeing her face initially startled him, but he quickly dismissed his own judgment. Though this woman resembled Tiffany, the stark difference in their auras was undeniable. Tiffany, ever the timid one, could never match this woman’s cool demeanor. He smirked knowingly. “You know, you really remind me of my ex-fiancée.”

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Marissa responded, her

towards Wesson. Wesson, mistaking her approach as interest, beamed with anticipation. However, before he could revel in his assumption, Marissa’s fist connected

screamed in

back. “Take a good look. Who do

Wesson clenched his teeth and hissed, “You wretched woman, do you have any idea who I am? I’m the son of the CEO of Clifford Art and Entertainment. You’ve made a grave

silenced him as

“Ouch!” Wesson screamed again

now streamed from both his nose and mouth, painting a ghastly picture. He resembled a zombie, fresh from a gruesome feast. As he cried out, his teeth clattered to the ground. The blood not only covered the car but also drenched his once pristine white suit in red. The crowd around them was dumbstruck, having never witnessed such a violent display. She was like something out of an action movie—fierce and unstoppable. Though Wesson had a history of frivolous flirtations, he had never

a faint smile and asked again, “Look at me now. Who

broke as he lost

his already broken nose, amplifying the pain. Wesson cried out, “I

cheek. “Remember to show some respect