Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 762:

Burnet was known for his tough demeanor, always maintaining a stern expression no matter the situation. But today, something was different. He appeared vulnerable and uncertain—so much so that it unsettled the bodyguard watching him. For a brief moment, the bodyguard even wondered if Burnet had been possessed, as the change in his demeanor was that startling.

Usually, Burnet was decisive, intolerant of any delays from his crew. Today, however, he seemed unusually relaxed, even forgiving. Sensing the bodyguard’s hesitation, Burnet softened his tone, a rare occurrence. “What is it?”

Though Burnet wasn’t angry, the bodyguard was caught off guard. He quickly stammered, “I… I’ll get Miss Swain right away!” With that, he hurried out of the room.

Once outside, the bodyguard exhaled deeply, trying to steady his nerves before informing Silver Fox, “Miss Swain, Mr. Hoffman would like to see you.”

“Okay,” she replied, hesitating for a moment before gathering the courage to enter the room. The bodyguard quietly closed the door behind her.

Silver Fox hovered near the entrance, unsure whether to approach. Burnet was reclining against the headboard, and though she wanted to say something, the words stuck in her throat. The memory of how she had beaten him up the night before flooded her mind, filling her with a desperate wish to disappear.

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heightened Silver Fox’s anxiety, making it even harder for her to speak. The silence between them stretched on, thick

of the corner of his eye. He found her discomfort somewhat amusing. Silver Fox, normally confident and quick-witted, was clearly out of her element now. Though Burnet wanted to laugh at her, his expression remained impassive. A hint of sarcasm laced his

how to start the conversation. But since Burnet finally broke the ice, she decided to jump in. She cleared her

tone cautious

Swain?” Burnet replied, his voice as cool as

him from head to toe. When she had hit him, she didn’t hold back—he must have been bruised from head to toe. But now, he was lying in a hospital gown and covered with a blanket, so she could only see the damage on his face

his head was wrapped in bandages. She knew there was a deep cut underneath that likely required a dozen stitches. Guilt surged through her as she sat down in the chair beside the bed. “I’m really sorry,” she said

his head slightly, trying to suppress a smile as he looked at her. “Do you think a quick apology is

Fox knew that saying sorry wasn’t enough, but she didn’t know what else to offer. With a hint

icy. “I’m not interested in your excuses for hitting me. What I want to know is

at him, but the intensity in his eyes made her look away, feeling a bit intimidated.

your money,”