Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 659:

Within moments, the roar of her motorbike reverberated through the house. Connor scrambled to the window just in time to catch a glimpse of her speeding off into the night.

He shrugged, muttering to himself, “She never needs my help anyway.”

Marissa raced through the night streets, her bike slicing through the quiet night air as she headed to Sunny Street, following Silver Fox’s directions.

She didn’t have time for details but figured Silver Fox was probably being pursued by enemies. Eyes fierce, ready for a fight, Marissa dismounted her bike.

Gripping a circular blade—Black Snake’s famous weapon—in her fingers, she prepared herself for whatever chaos lay ahead.

But when she arrived at the scene, things were far from what she had imagined.

There was no evidence of a struggle, no wounded souls in sight. Instead, Silver Fox was squatting by the roadside, cradling her cheeks and letting out dramatic sighs. Her bodyguards stood around her, looking bewildered.

A wave of relief washed over Marissa, quickly replaced by irritation. Clearly, this was no dire emergency, but something annoying had happened, and Silver needed her comfort.

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Marissa stomped over and gave her a playful kick. “You dragged me out of bed in the middle of the night just to give you a pep talk? Don’t you know how precious my sleep is?”

Silver Fox looked up with an apologetic wince. “There really is something urgent.”

Frowning, Marissa demanded, “What’s the matter?”

Silver Fox sighed as if her entire world was collapsing. “It started two hours ago…”

Two hours earlier, Silver Fox, accompanied by a few bodyguards, had set out to teach Ernst a lesson.

According to her assistant’s intel, Ernst was plastered and had been sent to Room 1308 of a hotel to sleep off his bender.

Silver Fox and her bodyguards arrived outside the room. With a few deft twists of a piece of wire, she picked the lock, her movements as smooth and silent as a cat on the prowl.noveldrama

The door creaked open, and she slipped inside, immediately hit by the thick, sour stench of alcohol.

The room was cloaked in near-total darkness, with only the feeble glow of a distant streetlamp seeping through the thin curtains to illuminate Ernst sprawled on the bed. His heavy, irregular breathing mixed with the overpowering smell of liquor.

She closed the door behind her and gave a subtle nod to her bodyguards, who moved swiftly to carry out her orders.

They moved in sync, footsteps muffled on the carpet as they approached the bed. With practiced ease, they grabbed Ernst, yanking him upright with a jarring roughness that jolted him out of his stupor.

“What the hell!” he roared, his slurred words bouncing off the walls.

Keen on avoiding unwanted attention from the hotel staff, Silver Fox stepped forward and delivered a sharp slap across his face. “Shut up!” she hissed, her voice a low growl

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