Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 256:

Alex pushed open the door to the room, his gaze cold and commanding as he said, “Get in!”

Marissa was immediately enveloped by a suffocating atmosphere upon entering. Charles, eager to assert his dominance, made a deliberate display of his menacing aura in every interaction

The room’s decor was dark with crimson accents, creating an oppressive atmosphere at first sight. Seated on a sofa, Charles held a cigarette between his fingers, releasing billows of smoke with each exhale. His brows were furrowed ominously, and the scar on his right cheek appeared even more terrifying amidst the play of light and smoke. Standing beside Charles was a line of hulking thugs, each adorned with intimidating tattoos on their muscular arms. Alex, as their leader, commanded them

The scene bore no resemblance to a mere contract negotiation; it evoked the imagery of a hellish throne room. Any ordinary individual would have trembled at the sight, rendered incapable of defiance and compelled to sign whatever was presented. Regrettably for them, they had encountered Marissa today, and their schemes wouldn’t be so easily executed

After scanning the room, Marissa confidently entered. Daryl and Shaun, confronted with such a scenario for the first time, instinctively contemplated fleeing when the door opened. Yet, upon witnessing Marissa’s entrance, they clenched their jaws and followed her. After they entered, the thick door slammed shut with a resounding bang

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found themselves surrounded by tattooed thugs with eccentric hairstyles, evoking the image of ordinary mortals stepping into a demon’s domain. Despite their constant self-encouragement to stand firm and protect Marissa, Daryl and Shaun couldn’t shake the profound dread that stiffened their

had scrutinized the three of them multiple times already; he wasn’t surprised by Daryl’s and Shaun’s reactions, but

into this room to sign contracts had succumbed to

his admiration would remain concealed; he had no intention of revealing it. Instead,

long stream of smoke, Charles sneered, “Who represents the Sanchez

intercepted, her tone chilly

someone bearing the Nash surname make

a point of no return. They had to either yield to Charles’s bullying tactics and surrender the Moonbeam Gallery to the Clifford family, or

authorized to represent the Sanchez