Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 770: Clutching Burnet's quilt, Silver Fox found herself sniffing it over and over, trying to place the scent that was driving her nuts. That scent wasn't just familiar—it was etched in her memory, lingering just out of reach.

The more she thought about it, the more it bugged her. It felt like ages ago when she first caught a whiff of this scent. It had been so long that the memory had been buried deep, even forgotten. Yet here it was again, surfacing out of nowhere, and she couldn't shake the feeling that it meant something important.

Everyone's scent was unique, like a personal signature, so the fact that she recognized it meant she had been close to Bubefore. But when? How? As far as she could recall, the first tthey'd crossed paths was when she'd accidentally smacked into his car- not exactly a meet-cute from a rom-com. Someone like Burnet, with his larger-than-life aura, wasn't the type you'd easily forget. If they'd met before, especially up close, it should've left a neon-bright memory in her mind. But all she was getting was static-no flicker of recognition, no hidden flashback, just a big question mark.

She racked her brain, chasing down every elusive thread of memory, but nothing clicked. Eventually, she let out a frustrated sigh, her brows knitting together as she stared at the ceiling. It was like trying to solve a puzzle with half the pieces missing, and her brain was just too tired to keep at it.

Sleep was creeping up on her, and she let out a massive yawn, her eyelids getting heavier by the second. It had been one hell of a rollercoaster since she mistakenly kidnapped Burnet. She'd been walking on eggshells, terrified of what kind of revenge a powerful guy like him might cook up.

Stay tuned for updates at gVlnovlsIt wasn't herself she was worried about but Minty Fragrances and Perfumes, the legacy her grandmother had painstakingly built. If her little mishap led to its downfall, she would carry that guilt forever.

But now that the storm had passed and Budidn't seem out for blood, exhaustion swept over her. Another yawn escaped before she could stifle it, the tension in her body dissolving as sleep began to pull her under. It didn't take long for her to drift off, the quilt still clutched tightly in her arms.

Meanwhile, in another part of the hospital, Aelfric stirred awake. The events of that fateful night at the Skytop Mansion had left him battered and broken. Silver Fox's kick had sent him crashing down, only to land in a pit filled with snakes and scorpions. The damage was severe. He had internal bleeding and multiple fractures that required emergency surgery. It had taken him days to claw his way back to consciousness.

Paul had sent his men to get Aelfric and Clarissa out of the pit that night. But true to his enigmatic nature, Paul had kept silent, not offering any explanation as Aelfric was whisked away for treatment. To this day, Aelfric still didn't know who the mysterious boss hiding in that private jet was, the one who never showed his face. Still groggy, Aelfric lay there, staring blankly at the sterile hospital ceiling, his mind spinning in a loop of despair and self-reproach. The whole scene replayed in his head like a cringe-worthy flashback. Clarissa, the president of the Peridot Consortium, who he had practically bent over backward to impress, crumbled to her knees in front of that mysterious boss as soon as she was rescued. She didn't even dare say a word, too terrified to even breathe wrong.

That mysterious boss was obviously furious about what happened at Skytop Mansion and immediately had someone announce Clarissa's removal as president of the Peridot Consortium. Aelfric had never felt more like a fool. He'd planned to partner with Clarissa, hoping to leverage the Peridot Consortium's power to eliminate Black Mallow, only to see her get unceremoniously axed from her position before they even had a chance to collaborate. One snap of the boss's fingers, and she was out—just like that.

As he lay there, he couldn't help but mentally kick himself. All his efforts had gotten him nowhere. Worse than nowhere, actually, because not only did he end up with nothing, but Black Mallow knew about his betrayal, and White Mallow had thrashed him so terribly that his subordinates practically had to scrape him off the ground and onto the plane.

Now, the sense of hopelessness was all he could feel. He had no idea who that mysterious boss was, and his connection to Black Mallow was unclear. But one thing was clear as day. Whoever that boss was, he wanted to stay on Black Mallow's good side. Clarissa's downfall was probably just a peace offering.

Still, everything had gone spectacularly wrong, and Aelfric was drowning in regret. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't even bother acknowledging the people around him. The room was packed with family. His grandfather Trenton, his brother Dennis, his sister Melinda, Neil, and his two sons, Foley and Derek, were all there.

They all hovered, waiting for him to say something, to explain what the hell had happened. But all Aelfric could do was zone out. The once revered deputy chief instructor of the Doomsday Base and the strong-willed leader of the Warren family was nowhere to be found. It was like the fight had been sucked right out of him.

Everyone in the room knew he wasn't the deputy chief instructor anymore. King had made that very clear when he announced Aelfric's dismissal. NO That little announcement had rocked the Warren family to its core and depressed Neil. Without the backing of the Doomsday Base, their grand plans to take down Connor were pretty much toast.

Ever the schemer, Neil was already cooking up a plan B, but he hadn't let anyone in on it yet. His visit to Aelfric ΟΠΙ wasn't out of concern. It was more of a reconnaissance mission, an attempt to figure out what had gone wrong. As for Derek and Foley, well, they were busy plotting their own moves, their minds far from Aelfric's current predicament.

Trenton was the first to break the silence. "Aelfric, what on earth M happened?