Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 769: Lost in thought for what felt like forever, Silver Fox couldn't figure out if her actions tonight were pure genius or a total disaster. The mental back-and-forth was exhausting. Feeling stuck, she decided it was tto reach out to Marissa for advice.

Marissa, her only friend who was both clever and much more decisive, had always been her go-to whenever a problem popped up. Sharp, decisive, and brutally honest, Marissa had a knack for cutting through Silver Fox's confusion like a hot knife through butter.

So it was no surprise that tonight, after making a life-altering decision that still left her feeling like she was walking on shaky ground, there was only one person she could turn to. Silver Fox grabbed her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen for a second before typing out a message. “Black Snake, I need your advice on something." Usually, Marissa was lightning-fast with her responses, always ready with advice, even in the middle of the night. But this time, her reply was different. A lot more... snappy. "It's the middle of the night, and you senta message? Do you think I'm a robot that can stay awake twenty-four seven?" Ouch. Someone was definitely not in the mood. Silver Fox felt a pang of guilt and slumped her shoulders, suddenly feeling like she'd just woken up a sleeping dragon. She timidly typed back, "But you're still awake, aren't you? Since you're up, why not helpout?" After a brief pause, a less-than-enthusiastic response pinged back. "What is it?" g al no vlstakes you away "It's aboutand Burnet." Silver Fox quickly started explaining. She was only getting into the details, trying to paint the picture of tonight's craziness when Marissa's following message popped up on the screen, making her freeze.

"Get lost!" Marissa responded.

Staring at those two words, Silver Fox felt like a puppy who'd just been scolded. What happened to her supportive, always-there-for-her friend? Marissa never talked to her like that. Those two little words hit like a bucket of ice water. Was Marissa really that annoyed? They were supposed to be like sisters, inseparable through thick and thin. Had she done something wrong? Did Marissa not care about her anymore? When Silver Fox was wondering whether she'd made the worst decision of her life, her phone buzzed again. The new message from Marissa wasn't exactly comforting. "Listen, I'm not getting involved in whatever you and Buhave going on anymore. You'll have to deal with it yourself." Silver Fox's fingers flew across the screen as she tried to plead her case. "But..." "But nothing," cthe quick reply. "Askingto fix your problems with Buis just pointless whining. Don't worry. He's not going to eat you alive. Honestly, if you tried to skin him, he'd probably hand you the knife and lie down for it." Another message pinged in before Silver Fox could even think of a comeback. "With the way you two are, all lopsided, what could possibly be so bad that you need my help? Seriously, if you keep dragginginto your mess, don't be surprised if I cut ties. Haven't you causedenough trouble already?" The rant didn't stop there. "I had my identity hidden so perfectly, and then you-thanks to your genius-my cover got blown. Who knows what kind of trouble you'll landin next, you fool." And another. "Just so we're clear, I've got important stuff to do tonight. Unless the sky is falling and you're about to be crushed to death and you needto save you from impending doom, don't even think about bugging me." The string of messages left Silver Fox blinking at her phone, feeling like she'd just been hit by a verbal truck. With a sniffle of pure grievance, she gently set her phone down, wiping her nose in the process.

If she'd known she'd get this kind of earful from Marissa, she would have kept her thoughts to herself. Now that even Marissa, her only friend, was done with her Bu, Silver Fox realized she was on her own.

The problem was she still had no clue if what she did tonight was brilliant or a colossal mistake. Deciding that sleep might be the only solution, she resolved to let her subconscious sort it out and see how she felt in the morning.

With a sigh, she went along with Burnet's suggestion, lifting the quilt and slipping under it. As she settled down in the hospital bed, something about the whole situation struck her as absurdly funny.

Here she was, tucking herself in under the squilt that had just been wrapped around Burnet, the very man she'd beaten up so badly he ended up covered in injuries. A chuckle bubbled up, but it quickly died when a familiar scent hit her nose.

She froze. Her highly trained sense of smell kicked in despite the dor of overpowering odor of disinfectant lingering in the foom. As a world-class perfumer, Silver Fox's nose was nothing short of a superpower. The familiar scent was Burnet's lingering body odor.

She'd been close to him before, close enough to notice his scent. But in those moments, she was too m embarrassed to pay much attention to it. Now, lying in his quilt, with nothing but the quiet of the room around her, that scent stirred up something deep in her memory.