Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 635:

“You’re asking who I am?” Silver Fox sneered wickedly. “I’m the one who hits the lapdog.”

With a swift motion, Silver Fox lifted her leg and delivered a powerful kick to Emilee. Emilee’s scream pierced the air as she tumbled into the roadside shrubbery, the low branches scratching her skin and tearing her clothes.

A kick from White Mallow of the Doomsday Base was not something an ordinary person could endure. Emilee lay among the greenery, unable to get up for a long while, her moans ignored by everyone around her.

Ayla and Sansa had no intention of helping Emilee; they were solely focused on giving Marissa a lesson she wouldn’t forget. Emst, however, couldn’t bring himself to ignore Emilee, as he hoped she would assist him in winning the perfume competition and securing a contract with Minty Fragrances and Perfumes as a perfumer.

Emilee had boasted that her family had arranged for Elin from Minty Fragrances and Perfumes to be her mentor. She had also promised to introduce Emst to Elin once she arrived in Blebert.

Instinctively, Emst wanted to rush to Emilee’s aid. But when he noticed the displeasure on Sansa’s face, he held back. Sansa was Emst’s financial lifeline, and he couldn’t afford to upset her. He catered to her every whim daily, terrified of making a mistake that would anger her.

had the favor of the Peridot Consortium’s president.

between Sansa’s jealousy and his desire to remain loyal to Emilee, Emst didn’t dare help Emilee directly. However, to show he cared, he turned to Silver

gentle, and he had believed her

glance at Emst. Seeing him groveling by Sansa’s side filled her with disgust. Reflecting on her past relationship with this man,

past in front of everyone. Sansa got jealous quite easily. Since Emst had become her boy toy, she couldn’t stand him even glancing at

merely glanced at him with disdain, dismissing him as if even exchanging another word with him would make her

spark a quarrel, provoking Sansa’s jealousy and wrath. Yet, he was also disheartened by her disdain, for deep down, he still cared for her.

After a brief glance, she turned to Marissa and said, “I’ve dealt with the meddling mad dog

some trouble

initially worried about Marissa, quickly realized they had no reason to be concerned. Seeing her prowess in a fight, they understood she was more

children to safety, Sansa finally snapped out of her daze. Clenching her teeth, she spat venomously at Marissa, “You truly are a low-class, uncouth woman. Even your friend is