Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 770:

Clutching Burnet’s quilt, Silver Fox found herself sniffing it over and over, trying to place the scent that was driving her nuts. That scent wasn’t just familiar—it was etched in her memory, lingering just out of reach.

The more she thought about it, the more it bugged her. It felt like ages ago when she first caught a whiff of this scent. It had been so long that the memory had been buried deep, even forgotten. Yet here it was again, surfacing out of nowhere, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that it meant something important.

Everyone’s scent was unique, like a personal signature, so the fact that she recognized it meant she had been close to Burnet before. But when? How?

As far as she could recall, the first time they’d crossed paths was when she’d accidentally smacked into his car—not exactly a meet-cute from a rom-com. Someone like Burnet, with his larger-than-life aura, wasn’t the type you’d easily forget. If they’d met before, especially up close, it should’ve left a neon-bright memory in her mind. But all she was getting was static—no flicker of recognition, no hidden flashback, just a big question mark.

She racked her brain, chasing down every elusive thread of memory, but nothing clicked. Eventually, she let out a frustrated sigh, her brows knitting together as she stared at the ceiling. It was like trying to solve a puzzle with half the pieces missing, and her brain was just too tired to keep at it.

Sleep was creeping up on her, and she let out a massive yawn, her eyelids getting heavier by the second. It had been one hell of a rollercoaster since she mistakenly kidnapped Burnet. She’d been walking on eggshells, terrified of what kind of revenge a powerful guy like him might cook up.

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legacy her grandmother had painstakingly built. If her little mishap led to its downfall,

swept over her. Another yawn escaped before she could stifle it, the tension in her body dissolving as sleep began

had sent him crashing down, only to land in a pit filled with snakes

that night. But true to his enigmatic nature, Paul had kept silent, not offering any explanation as Aelfric was whisked away for treatment. To this day,

there, staring blankly at the sterile hospital ceiling, his mind spinning in a loop of despair and self-reproach. The whole scene replayed in his head like a cringe-worthy flashback. Clarissa, the president of the Peridot Consortium, who he had practically bent over backward to impress, crumbled to her knees in front of that mysterious

felt more like a fool. He’d planned to partner with Clarissa, hoping to leverage the Peridot Consortium’s power to eliminate Black Mallow, only to see her get unceremoniously axed from her position before they even had a chance to collaborate. One snap of the

couldn’t help but mentally kick himself. All his efforts had gotten him nowhere. Worse than nowhere, actually, because not only did he end up with nothing, but Black Mallow knew about his betrayal, and White Mallow had thrashed him so terribly that his subordinates practically

could feel. He had no idea who that mysterious boss was, and his connection to Black Mallow was unclear. But one thing was clear as day. Whoever that boss was, he wanted to stay on Black Mallow’s

didn’t even bother acknowledging the people around him. The room was packed with family. His grandfather Trenton, his brother Dennis, his sister Melinda, Neil, and his two sons, Foley and Derek, were all

revered deputy chief instructor of the Doomsday Base and