Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 539:

Burnet’s sarcasm grew sharper, and his mood darker as he attempted to intimidate Silver Fox. Yet, she remained calm and responded with unexpected sincerity. Nodding, she replied with earnest clarity:

“Mr. Hoffman, you’re exactly right. I asked for this price because I know you possess great wealth. Without targeting someone of your status, where else could I possibly demand such a sum?”

The real terror wasn’t a person’s shamelessness. It was their brazen confidence and lack of guilt while being shameless. Burnet, witnessing Silver Fox’s unabashed attitude, felt like he was futilely punching at air, utterly powerless.

With a nonchalant glance, Silver Fox added, “Mr. Hoffman, if you find the deal unreasonable, feel free not to proceed.”

Burnet gave her a piercing look and retorted, “You’re asking 80 million for a perfume worth 300 dollars. Do you really expect me to see that as reasonable? Miss Elin, isn’t that a bit too audacious?”

As Silver Fox watched the man’s anger build, his face twisting with frustration, she couldn’t help but smile, her eyes curving into crescents.

She addressed him calmly, “Mr. Hoffman, consider this: to many, this half-bottle of perfume is worth 150 dollars. To those indifferent to perfume, it might as well be worthless. But for you, it’s a lifeline.”

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slightly, her voice firm yet gentle. “A lifeline, Mr. Hoffman, doesn’t have a price tag. It’s

food anywhere. If they had a large diamond, and someone offered them half a piece of bread for it, would they trade? Absolutely. If they wouldn’t trade, they’d be a fool. While a diamond is valuable, it cannot fend off hunger. In that moment, that humble half piece of bread is

Fox smiled sweetly at Burnet, seeking confirmation. “Isn’t

was speechless. His initial anger had faded, replaced by a dawning realization of the logic in her words. It was undeniable that, here and now, the half-bottle of Wild Bluebell perfume she held was of immeasurable value to

his checkbook, swiftly signed a check for 80 million dollars, and extended it toward her. At that moment, he had no desire to speak. He simply wished for the

possessed a knack for argumentation that he couldn’t match.

hand over the 80 million, she would brand him a fool and a miser, a man unwilling to spend even in a life-saving situation. Conversely, if he did pay the 80 million, she would ridicule him

he foreseen such a humiliating defeat, he would have complied and paid the 80 million

ensuring it was indeed for 80 million. Her eyes glittered with excitement, and her pulse quickened

respect for the money, she brushed imaginary dust off her hands before

more that the check was legitimate, she tucked it into her small purse. However, she hesitated to hand