Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 761:

Stepping into the hospital, Silver Fox felt her earlier bravado slip away. She could handle life-and-death situations alongside Black Snake, no problem. But walking into Burnet’s ward was a whole different battlefield. Guilt and a shaky sense of confidence had a funny way of messing with her head. As tough as she was, she had surprisingly thin skin when it came to this sort of thing.

So why the midnight hospital visit? Simple. There were fewer people around to witness her embarrassment. The daytime crowds would’ve made it unbearable, even though no one knew her secret. She might be fearless on the battlefield, but here, she was all nerves.

The clock showed eleven when she finally made it to the hospital. After a quick check with a nurse, she got Burnet’s ward number and found herself hesitating outside his door for what felt like forever.

Bodyguards were posted outside, like in a scene from some action movie. Clearly, the recent kidnap had rattled even someone as tough as Burnet. He never brought bodyguards with him before. He was once a top-tier special forces soldier, after all, who didn’t need anyone to watch his back.

As Silver Fox approached, the bodyguards immediately tensed, eyes narrowing. Not wanting to cause a scene, she put on her best humble act, explaining why she was there. They listened, exchanged a few glances, and then one of them stepped into the room to inform Burnet of her arrival.

Inside, Burnet was lying in bed, half-expecting and half-doubting whether Silver Fox would actually show up. He’d nearly given up hope when his bodyguard walked in and mentioned that a beautiful girl with the last name Swain was here to see him.

next on

only one Swain he knew—Eloisa Swain, who was also called Silver Fox. She’d really come,

glanced around the room, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. Confused, the bodyguard

mirror,” Burnet said,

With his striking looks and impeccable physique, he

laughable. The bodyguard cleared his throat, trying to keep a straight face. “Uh, Mr. Hoffman, you don’t have a mirror here. But

and now here he was, suddenly desperate for one. But instead of feeling embarrassed, he shrugged it off and sprang out of bed, heading straight

to make it look presentable. He wanted to comb his hair, too, but the bandages wrapped around his head made that a non-starter. Staring at his reflection, he frowned at the bruises that marred his usually flawless face. He stared at them, willing them to disappear, but they had no such plans. He didn’t look handsome

hated it, those bruises were here to stay for a while. Resigned, he let out a long sigh and stepped out of the bathroom, catching the bodyguard’s

off by the question. “Uh,

bruises. “Is it

fantastic. “Mr. Hoffman, you’re definitely not