Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 637:

Uilder Sanso’s eager gaze was fixed on Ayla as she landed a punch on Manssa’s face.

“Beat her to a pulp!” Sanso screamed, her voice shrill and clownish.noveldrama

But what happened next was far from what Sansa had imagined. Instead of Ayla’s fist meeting Marissa’s face, Marissa effortlessly caught Ayla’s wrist.

With a casual twist, the sickening crack of bones echoed in the air. Ayla dropped to her knees, sweat pouring down her face from the searing pain.

Sanso had envisioned Ayla mercilessly pummeling Marissa, but instead, she was confronted with Ayla’s crushing defeat.

She stood frozen, staring at the unexpected turn of events, struggling to process it. Ayla’s attack had been so swift and ferocious that no one could see exactly how Marissa had countered it.

It just seemed like Marissa had remained serene and unruffled.

“You, you…” Sanso stammered, pointing at Marissa, too stunned to form a coherent sentence.

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Ignoring Sanso, Marissa studied Ayla intently.

Ayla had once been a pampered princess, crying at the slightest prick. Yet here she was, enduring the agony of a broken wrist. She had become remarkably tougher.

Not only had Ayla’s physical strength and combat skills improved, but her pain tolerance had also increased.

The students from Doomsday Base had endured numerous hardships to hone their martial arts, physical prowess, and resilience. Marissa was surprised at how rapidly Ayla had progressed in just a few days, thanks to Clarissa’s drugs.

Curiosity piqued, Marissa was more eager than ever to examine the drugs developed by Clarissa and Q.

After defeating Ayla, Marissa didn’t release her grip. Instead, she swiftly plunged a needle into Ayla’s wrist, drawing a vial of blood with lightning speed.

Ayla, writhing in pain and unable to lift her head, didn’t notice what was happening. Marissa’s actions were so quick that no one else noticed either.

Having taken Ayla’s blood, Marissa finally let go.

With a dismissive wave, Marissa caused Ayla to collapse in agony. Paralyzed by both pain and a precise strike to a spot on her body, Ayla lay on the ground, unable to stand.

After letting Ayla go, Marissa glanced up at Sanso.

Sanso was so rattled that she didn’t even think to help her daughter up. She stared at Marissa with wide, fearful eyes and instinctively took a step back, afraid Marissa might attack her next.

As she retreated, she stammered, “Don’t… Don’t act recklessly, Tiffany. Do you even understand what kind of organization Peridot Consortium is? That’s above Remy’s level. You’ve just crossed the president of the Peridot Consortium, and she doesn’t take that lightly. She is going to make sure you pay for this.”

With that, Sanso pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

“Just wait, Tiffany. I’m reporting this to the president of the Peridot Consortium. You’ll see what happens next!”

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