Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 258:

Marissa wore a disdainful expression, clad in simple attire. Charles’ scar quivered with anger. For years, he had ruled his domain with an iron fist, growing accustomed to seeing others tremble and fawn over him, submitting for their very survival. Much like Wesson, a youth devoid of dignity. Every encounter with Charles found Wesson bowing in reverence, prostrating himself like a servile attendant. Clearly, Wesson, born into wealth, showed deference to Charles, a rough individual, primarily out of fear of Remy. Yet, this did not deter Charles from relishing the adulation of others. However, the young woman before him unexpectedly disrupted his routine. Suddenly, he found the days less predictable, sensing a newfound excitement in the air

A faint thrill coursed through him as he anticipated the sight of the young woman kneeling before him, pleading for mercy once he had fully subdued her. After a lingering gaze, he sneered, “Since you’re keen on experiencing the consequences of crossing me, consider your wish granted!”

Upon concluding his speech, he gestured to one of his subordinates. A towering, stout man adorned with tattoos, standing as tall as a brown bear, appeared before Marissa. Peering down at her, he queried with a grin, “How shall you meet your demise?”

yet the man, emitting an odor reminiscent of six months without a shower, provoked her irritation, prompting a swift dismissal with a forceful kick. As the man was propelled backward, he crashed to the floor, causing a tremor before lying motionless. Suddenly, the expressions of Charles and his

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men in a coordinated advance toward Marissa, his intent crystal clear: he aimed to overcome her, gender notwithstanding,

swiftly positioned themselves in front of Marissa. As the tattooed men closed in, Marissa forcefully pushed Daryl and Shaun aside, issuing a firm command. “Keep your

men in combat. Despite their eagerness to assist, Daryl and

were unnecessary. With the grace of a butterfly, she darted into the midst of the tattooed men. Executing a graceful maneuver, she swiftly dispatched two of them with powerful kicks. Following each action, she possessed the potential to inflict severe harm upon those men with a striking combination of grace, precision,

demeanor remained composed and refined, her attire immaculate save for a few stray locks of hair. Having dispatched the tattooed men to the floor, she straightened her attire and smoothed her disheveled locks