Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 221:

“You naughty girl!” Paul exclaimed, a bit frustrated. “You’re such a lovely young lady, so talented—why do you have to be so rude?”

The room erupted in laughter when everyone heard this. It was clear that Paul was quite taken with the bold young woman before him. His reprimand carried a warmth that contradicted his words

After a brief pause, Paul spoke again, his voice tinged with playful suspicion. “You’re too clever by half. How do I know you won’t harm me during treatment? Perhaps you’ll use it as a chance to escape, or worse, to end my life?”

Marissa tightened her lips, her response sharp yet composed. “And what would I gain from killing you?”

Paul nodded in agreement. “True enough. If you manage to heal me, I’ll handle the situation with Amiri myself. No matter where you go, I’ll ensure you’re protected and showered with benefits!”

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Marissa’s response came with a defiant tilt of her chin. “I don’t need your protection. You’re the one who needs my skills to stay alive. Remember, a good doctor deserves the reverence of a deity. Treat me with the respect I deserve!”

once again as Paul chuckled

Elvis’s authoritative and calm voice cut through from behind

behind the screen and approached to unlock the electronic handcuffs binding Marissa and Connor. He bowed deeply, offering his apologies. “Mr. Daniels, Mrs.

surprised by this peaceful resolution. He had braced himself for a violent confrontation. Marissa addressed Paul, saying, “Old

to save Landen, she had removed her high heels and extracted all the blades hidden inside. Once she had discarded her shoes, concerned they might impede her during the ensuing conflict, she chose to stay

lifted her and gently set her down on the sofa, closely inspecting her feet. He asked with concern, “Any

reply,

“They say Mr. Daniels is quite the stoic, but who would have thought he’d be so

6.5. I fetched these from the cloakroom. Are they to your liking?” Marissa looked at the shoes, accepted them without hesitation, and slipped them on.

she was shod, Paul called out from behind the screen, “Young lady, come over here.” Marissa approached, moving behind the screen where she saw Paul reclining on the sofa. She paused, slightly surprised when

right words. A strange sense of familiarity washed over her as she looked at Paul, despite it being

in reality, he was a middle-aged man, frail and debilitated by sickness. Though

me just because I’m beautiful,” she teased,