Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 257:

Marissa cast a fleeting glance at the contract resting on the floor, her posture unwavering. Daryl and Shaun maintained a silent stance, having already vested Marissa with complete decision-making authority

As the silence stretched on, Charles furrowed his brow and inquired, “Why don’t you read it?”

“Do you not comprehend?” Marissa countered. “Our purpose here isn’t to discuss the contract; hence, there’s no need to examine it.”

“If the contract isn’t the subject of discussion, then what is the purpose of your presence here?” Charles asked, confused

With a scornful smirk, he continued, “Are you here to plead for mercy on behalf of the Sanchez family? Not a chance! Allow me to clarify my stance today. Securing Birds Pay Homage is non-negotiable for me. However, concerning the actions of the Clifford family against your Sanchez family, I will just watch and abstain from interference.”

Marissa asserted, “You’re free to stand aside and watch the conflict between the Sanchez and Clifford families. No one will stop you. However, entertaining the notion of aiding the Clifford family in acquiring Birds Pay Homage is nothing but a fantasy.”

here to negotiate or plead for mercy. So

your stronghold,”

said firmly, “I’m here

met with mocking laughter from the spectators.

girl, are you dreaming?

on those two gentlemen behind you who appear

not here to confront Mr. Acosta in battle. Your true intention

erupting into laughter. Following his laughter, he leisurely drew from his cigarette, exhaling a lingering smoke ring. He then regarded Marissa with a lecherous gaze, propositioning, “If you’re inclined

presence, let alone the thought of being with you! How dare you

ferocity twisted Charles’s features. Extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray, he leveled a gaze at Marissa. “Tell

“Because it’s evident to me that you’re

the decor and the tattooed men, before speaking. “Only the feeble decorate themselves with these things. You are like those small creatures in the wild, always fearful of being preyed upon and resorting to camouflage or deception to intimidate others, like chameleons and octopuses. The truly strong, like tigers and lions, don’t bother with such fakery. They embody

turning somber. “Are you saying I’m