Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 537:

Burnet blushed under Silver Fox’s relentless questioning. Despite feeling cornered, he maintained a defiant tone. “Miss Elin, if the idea of paying me ten million for emotional distress seems excessive, we could simply remove that. Perhaps compensation for the time I’ve lost at work would be more acceptable?”

Silver Fox was momentarily speechless. The cost of compensating him for his lost work time could be astronomical. Watching her struggle to respond, Burnet felt a surge of confidence.

“Miss Elin, my demands for compensation have been quite fair. I didn’t demand a bigger amount for my lost income; I only asked for ten million for the emotional distress.”

“Are you suggesting I should thank you for that?” Silver Fox responded, her tone laced with humor.

Burnet coughed, his confidence wavering. “No, that’s not necessary,” he replied, his awkwardness returning. “Miss Elin, please, just don’t bear any ill will towards me.”

A mischievous smile played on Silver Fox’s lips. Was he really suggesting she was the type to hold grudges? Ha! She laughed softly, her demeanor shifting to one of disarming sweetness.

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be petty to harbor a grudge over a ten-million-dollar claim for emotional distress.

after brushing imaginary dust off her hands, extended her hand towards him. “Mr. Hoffman, let’s forget all about

friendliness was more than he could adjust to in the moment. Only seconds earlier, she had appeared fiercely determined to retaliate, yet now her face lit up with a

early twenties, and it wasn’t unusual for young women her age to exhibit some youthful naivety. Viewing it through

reached out to shake her hand. He planned only a quick, formal handshake, but the touch of their palms was surprisingly pleasant. He hesitated to release her hand. Her skin was soft as silk, her warmth

spring breeze caressing his very soul—soothing, warm, and comforting. And then there was the subtle fragrance of Wild Bluebell that wafted from her, which completely

hold on a little longer, she withdrew her hand after a brief, courteous shake, leaving him

demeanor shifted away from a queen’s air to one of marked gentleness and courtesy,

as a sign of her brewing something significant. Her smile grew deeper, her anticipation for the unfolding drama intensifying. Connor, less familiar

glance from Marissa, he pieced together that something was going

from the bag and placed it on the table, ready for more munching as they continued to enjoy the unfolding scene. The spectacle proved more captivating than

woman before him, his thoughts clouded with uncertainty about her next move. Despite her conciliatory manner, he remained skeptical of her intentions to make