Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 536:

As Silver Fox walked past him, Bumet caught a hint of her perfume, which filled him with an unusual sense of comfort, easing the itch in his throat that threatened to erupt into a cough. At that moment, he fully believed what Marissa had told him.

The perfume, called Wild Bluebell, had a remarkable effect on suppressing his asthma. Though it wasn’t a cure, it could stave off his asthma attacks, offering him a semblance of safety.

Regular use of this perfume might as well be akin to curing his condition.

It wasn’t asthma itself that was fatal, but rather the complications it triggered, such as heart disease or organ failure. Many who suffered from asthma succumbed to these secondary conditions.

Just a short while ago, Bumet had endured a severe asthma attack that had nearly led to deadly complications, putting his life at risk.

As Bumet viewed the woman across from him as his savior, his gaze became kind and gentle.

Silver Fox, naturally charming in her casual demeanor, commanded the room like a queen when serious. Now, she was sitting across from Bumet, her gaze full of disdain, starkly different from the charming demeanor she had displayed at the entrance of the Daniels Group to flatter him.

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dramatic shift caught Bumet off guard, prompting him to

codename Silver Fox. Just like the Silver Fox now sitting

pronounced contradictions had captivated him, etching her image permanently in his memory. Elin, too, had made a significant impact with

moments ago, at the entrance of this building, she had attempted to curry favor with him to save some money, leading him to dismiss her as lacking self-respect.

was not such a woman; she was instead resourceful, complex, and varied. She was a person of

meet you, Elin.” Silver

with a scoff, ridiculing him, “Oh, Mr. Hoffman, you do speak? I had assumed

felt a flush of embarrassment and cleared his throat softly before managing a strained smile.

with biting sarcasm. “Mr. Hoffman, you stand so high in your nobility and

popcorn faster with each passing moment, as Silver Fox

laughter, wished he could