Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 782:

Sensing her irritation, Burnet could no longer contain his laughter. “Ha ha…”

Silver Fox, fuming, felt a strong impulse to hurl the plate at his face. Yet, Burnet’s laughter continued unabated, erupting with all the mirth he had stifled on their way here.

Silver Fox took a quick look around, realized the setting was all wrong for a scene, and forcibly subdued her desire to throw the plate. Instead, she bit furiously into her bread and snapped, “Just laugh yourself to death.”

Eventually, Burnet’s laughter subsided, but he couldn’t resist a jibe. “I don’t think you’re a pig. You eat more than a pig.”

Silver Fox stayed silent.

Was this the moment to fling the plate? Just as her temper almost got the better of her, she noticed the red mark already on his face. She held back her hand once more.

She had already roughed him up earlier. This time, she decided to let it slide as compensation. Her hands stayed still, but her anger simmered on, pushing her to verbal jabs.

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She took another fierce bite of her bread and threw out a challenge. “What? Can’t afford to keep me because I eat a lot? If that’s the case, just say it. There’s still time for me to find a man who can.”

“Of course I can afford it,” Burnet replied, his smile oozing charm. “I’ve given you my secondary card. That’s basically handing over all my cash. Eat all you want. You could eat for a hundred years, and I’d still support it.”

him a glare, and kept

her appetite was large and felt no embarrassment about it. Pleasing her stomach was

As they finished, he observed that her appetite was thrice his own. This

he had teased her for eating more than a pig. It was only after getting to know her that he appreciated the endearing nature of a woman who

never put on weight. She remained trim and

a satisfying meal, Silver Fox relaxed and

her and suggested with a smile,

lightened, Silver Fox didn’t resume their earlier squabble. She stood

quickly followed her

than the hotel staff began to buzz with whispers, treating the news of the Hoffman family leader’s marriage as if it were a breaking

top-floor presidential suite before the news reached the entire staff of the Palace Hotel, climbing its way to

naturally drew public interest. The hotel executives wasted no time in reporting this juicy tidbit to

past seven in the morning. Connor had finished his breakfast and was about to head to the

at Marissa, who was still seated at the dining

looked up, clearly

marriage have to do with

previous night laboring over making the fake chip and had only just managed to sit down for her breakfast, weary

with a hint of amusement. “Do you want to know who