Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 174:

“What are you staring at, Tiffany?” Ayla called out, her tone sharp and challenging. “Others might cower because you’re the wife of the wealthiest man in the city, but I certainly won’t! Today’s the day I expose you for who you really are.” With a sudden motion, Ayla swung her hand, splashing the glass of red wine toward Marissa

Despite her outward bravado, Ayla was indeed intimidated by the status of Connor’s wife. However, she had grown accustomed to dominating Tiffany, and even with rumors of Tiffany gaining Connor’s favor, Ayla couldn’t shake off her old belief that Tiffany was weak. Besides, Ayla now depended on Melinda, who leaned on Aelfric, an influential figure in Doomsday Base. Ayla convinced herself she had nothing to fear as long as she kept Melinda content

Marissa, perceptive as ever, saw right through Ayla’s transparent tactics. She sidestepped gracefully, allowing the red wine to sail harmlessly past her. Though she managed to avoid most of the splash, a few droplets marred her white shirt, creating stark red blotches on the fabric

“Oh!” exclaimed Chloe, feigning concern. “Tiffany, your shirt is ruined. Come, let’s go change it.”

smirk, teased, “Tiffany, surely you have a dress on underneath that, don’t you? Why not remove

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a serene smile, Marissa slowly turned to Melinda and responded, “Do you truly wish for me to remove my shirt? If I overshadow you and spoil your engagement party today, don’t claim I am being cruel.” Melinda’s gaze darted to the hem of Marissa’s dress. Though modestly revealed, the fabric

scoffed. “Stop your pretense. You must be hiding a worn-out dress underneath, too embarrassed to show it!” Sansa added with a sneer, “I know your tricks, Tiffany. Always stirring trouble since your childhood. Wearing such a shoddy shirt on this significant day

supported her claim. “Certainly. Your envy of the favor Miss Warren receives from the Daniels family is obvious. You must be carrying something to curse her. Now, we must see

and embarrass herself, they resorted to inventing absurd excuses. Yet, Marissa stayed calm, not succumbing to Sansa’s and

her, but after a moment of thought, Melinda convinced herself that her own attire must be superior. Melinda was adorned in a dress called Purple Angel, designed by Sara, valued at thirty million dollars. Her necklace alone was worth three million. In her eyes, Marissa was no competition. Having scrutinized the visible part of Marissa’s dress, Melinda noted its

might be exposed for wearing a fake at such a gathering thrilled Melinda. Such a scandal would ruin Marissa’s reputation