Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 595:

After Marissa kicked Clarissa to the ground, she remained there, motionless for a considerable time.

Aelfric, restrained by White Mallow, could not rush to her aid, and Burnet, held back by Lone Wolf, similarly couldn’t help. In response, a contingent of bodyguards surged forward, intending to confront Marissa.

As these guards advanced, Marc and Terry sprang into action. Outnumbered but undeterred, the two men formed an impervious barrier, preventing any bodyguard from bypassing them to reach Marissa.

Realizing that assistance would not arrive, Clarissa knew she had to rely on her own resilience. She endured the searing pain and gradually stood up from the glass shards.noveldrama

The shards of glass embedded in her skin turned every slight movement into an ordeal, provoking a sharp, piercing scream that filled the air, stark and solitary. No one came to her aid despite her evident agony.

Marissa observed from ten meters away, not advancing, instead waiting for Clarissa to gather herself before resuming their grim confrontation. With each shard of glass she painstakingly removed, Clarissa’s clothes became more stained with blood, and her complexion grew increasingly pale.

To distract herself from the pain, she silently counted each shard. By the time she extracted the final piece, the count had reached 108. The toll was clear: her body bore the scars of 108 shards of glass.

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When all were removed, the agony left Clarissa slightly bent over, her blood-soaked attire rendering her appearance almost spectral.

Unable to bear the sight, Burnet felt compelled to intervene. He sought to persuade Connor to request Black Mallow’s mercy on Clarissa’s behalf. However, Connor, with a dismissive tilt of his head, made it clear that Burnet had to either challenge him or remain silent, effectively silencing Burnet.

At this moment, Clarissa slowly straightened, her eyes bloodshot with resolve as she confronted Marissa. Marissa regarded Clarissa calmly and inquired, “Clarissa, does it hurt?”

Clarissa responded with a cold sneer, her gaze filled with deep-seated hatred. Marissa stated evenly, “It must hurt, but you have to endure it. Be mentally prepared, for this is merely the beginning. When your bullet pierced my scapula, I bore the agony of fractured bone. Today, you will face double that torment.”

Moreover, her mother had nearly lost her life and suffered amnesia due to a plot orchestrated by Clarissa, adding layers of personal vendetta to her actions.

After speaking, Marissa initiated another assault. Clarissa, already weakened, found herself at a greater disadvantage. It wasn’t long before she was kicked onto the marble steps, her slender body making a dull thud upon impact, followed by another harrowing scream.

This time, Marissa did not pause but methodically advanced towards Clarissa. Despite the overwhelming pain, Clarissa scrambled to her feet and desperately attempted to counter Marissa’s fierce attacks.

As the onslaught persisted, Clarissa’s capacity to retaliate dwindled until she was utterly defenseless, succumbing completely to Marissa’s wrath. Tonight marked the longest and most harrowing fight of Clarissa’s life, a veritable nightmare.

After Marissa kicked her once again, Clarissa collapsed heavily to the ground. She lay there for a long stretch, her body smeared with dirt, her defeated form a stark contrast to the vibrant fighter she once was.

Burnet, watching the scene unfold, hoped Marissa would cease her assault. However, Marissa began advancing toward Clarissa once more, dispelling any hope of respite. Desperate, Burnet turned to Connor again, “Please, convince your wife to stop,” he implored.

Connor cast a dismissive glance at Burnet. “Didn’t you hear? My wife suffered a bullet in her scapula five years ago. Clarissa has merely been kicked a few times.”

With no rebuttal left, Burnet simply raised his eyebrows and resolved to step back from the confrontation. Clarissa had brought it upon herself. With Connor standing firmly by Marissa, Burnet knew he was powerless to intervene.

Then, another scream pierced the night. This scream differed profoundly from the others; it carried a weight of tragic significance, echoing through the air with a haunting resonance.

Startled by the sound, Burnet snapped his head up, his eyes widening in shock

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