Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 595

Chapter 595:

After Marissa kicked Clarissa to the ground, she remained there, motionless for a considerable time.

Aelfric, restrained by White Mallow, could not rush to her aid, and Burnet, held back by Lone Wolf, similarly couldn’t help. In response, a contingent of bodyguards surged forward, intending to confront Marissa.

As these guards advanced, Marc and Terry sprang into action. Outnumbered but undeterred, the two men formed an impervious barrier, preventing any bodyguard from bypassing them to reach Marissa.

Realizing that assistance would not arrive, Clarissa knew she had to rely on her own resilience. She endured the searing pain and gradually stood up from the glass shards.

The shards of glass embedded in her skin turned every slight movement into an ordeal, provoking a sharp, piercing scream that filled the air, stark and solitary. No one came to her aid despite her evident agony.

Marissa observed from ten meters away, not advancing, instead waiting for Clarissa to gather herself before resuming their grim confrontation. With each shard of glass she painstakingly removed, Clarissa’s clothes became more stained with blood, and her complexion grew increasingly pale.

To distract herself from the pain, she silently counted each shard. By the time she extracted the final piece, the count had reached 108. The toll was clear: her body bore the scars of 108 shards of glass.

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left Clarissa slightly bent over, her blood-soaked attire rendering

persuade Connor to request Black Mallow’s mercy on Clarissa’s behalf. However, Connor, with a

with resolve as she

a cold sneer, her gaze filled with deep-seated hatred. Marissa stated evenly, “It must hurt, but you have to endure it. Be mentally prepared, for this

and suffered amnesia due to a plot orchestrated by Clarissa, adding layers of

another assault. Clarissa, already weakened, found herself at a greater disadvantage. It wasn’t long before she was kicked onto the marble steps, her slender body making

Clarissa. Despite the overwhelming pain, Clarissa scrambled to her feet and desperately

defenseless, succumbing completely to Marissa’s wrath. Tonight marked the longest and most harrowing fight of Clarissa’s

again, Clarissa collapsed heavily to the ground. She lay there for a long stretch, her body smeared with dirt, her defeated form a stark contrast to

hoped Marissa would cease her assault. However, Marissa began advancing toward Clarissa once more, dispelling any hope of respite. Desperate, Burnet turned to Connor again, “Please, convince your

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back from the confrontation. Clarissa had brought it upon herself. With Connor standing firmly by Marissa,

the night. This scream differed profoundly from the others; it carried a