Chapter 521: The driver nodded gently and replied, “Please go ahead." Silver Fox snorted once more. “Inform your boss that he's indeed ugly. I've never encountered a man as ugly as him." With those words, she advanced toward Marissa. Behind her, the driver's lips twitched, betraying his awkwardness. The CEO of the Hoffman Group, known for his aloofness, handsomeness, grace, and charm, was disparaged as ugly due to the issue of compensation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSilver Fox showed no concern for the driver's thoughts. Standing in front of Marissa, she curled her lips in a display of annoyance and complained, "I never expected the CEO of the Hoffman Group to be so devoid of compassion. Son of a bitch!" Marissa looked at her with amusement twinkling in her eyes. "It's quite peculiar. Though your driving skills don't match mine, you're still a top car racer. You should have been able to avoid that accident. How did you end up hitting Burnet's car?" Silver Fox gave a shrug. "Who knows? I did the calculations, but somehow I still collided with his car. Unlucky." Marissa laughed lightly. "It shouldn't have occurred, yet it did. There's only one reason that makes sense." Your story hub gνlnovs"And what might that be?" inquired Silver Fox.
"It's your destiny," Marissa explained. "Fate intended for you to meet him this way. Even though your calculations were precise, it was fate that you would collide." "Nonsense!" Silver Fox exclaimed, clearly annoyed. "Destiny? Absolute rubbish! If it was truly destiny, it wouldn't be due to smystical connection but rather a cursed one." "Perhaps," Marissa agreed with a nod, her amusement evident. "You both might indeed be bound by a cursed fate. It's what brought you together after all. Hahaha." "Enough already! Can you stop laughing at my expense?" Silver Fox slapped Marissa's hand. "I'm genuinely hurting here. Just like that, I had to pay him $30 million. I can't help but wonder how many perfumes I'll have to sell to make that money back." She paused for a moment, then questioned, "You mentioned last night that Buis the man Clarissa loves. He's grateful to her for saving his life and does his utmost to protect her, correct?" Marissa nodded affirmatively. "Yes, that's right." A gleam appeared in Silver Fox's eyes. "So, he'll support her when we make our move on Skytop Mansion?" "He certainly will," confirmed Marissa.
Silver Fox narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, rubbing her wrists. “Then leave that man to me. I'll make sure he learns his lesson." "No problem. But just a reminder," Marissa said. "Buwas once a member of an international special forces unit and is quite the skilled fighter. You should be cautious and act within your capabilities." Undeterred, Silver Fox curled her lips in disdain. "A special forces soldier, eh? Doesn't matter. I've got a million ways to handle him." Marissa didn't respond but instead lowered her head to message Marc, requesting that he send someone to take care of Silver Fox's motorcycle.
While at the Doomsday Base, Silver Fox always wore a mask; thus, Marc and Terry were unaware that Silver Fox was actually White Mallow. Naturally, Marissa kept this a secret and merely told Marc that it was her friend's motorcycle.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMarc responded swiftly, “Understood, chief instructor. Should I send someone to fix it?" Marissa glanced at the motorcycle, now shattered into pieces, and replied, "It's completely wrecked. No need. Just sell it to the recycling center." Marc answered, "Got it, chief instructor. I'll have someone handle it right away."
After concluding the chat, Marissa looked up at Silver Fox, who was om visibly upset. "Relax let's go inside.
a Buhas also entered the Daniels Group building. You might run into him again." Silver Fox grumbled, "I'd rather not! He's nothing but bad luck!" With a smile, Marissa led the way into the Daniels Group building.
Upon reaching the front desk, they noticed several employees gathered around, an elevator. Curious, Marissa asked one of them, "What's going on?"
The employee explained, "It's quite unusual. The elevators here at m Daniels Group arelor high quality and are regularly maintained. They've never malfunctioned before. Yet today, one stopped mid-way, trapping Mr. BuHoffman, the CEO of the Hoffman Group, inside."