?Chapter 108:


    After recognizing Wesson, Marissa smiled. What a small world! She had been looking for an opportunity to teach this scoundrel a lesson, and now, fate had delivered him right into her path


    She had heard that after the major scandal, his parents had sent him abroad. She hadn’t heard any news of his return until today, when she unexpectedly ran into him. It seemed he had juste back


    As these thoughts swirled in her head, Wesson was unabashedly flirting with her. “Hey, Beautiful, why are you so quiet? I can take you to the most upscale club in Blebert. Doesn’t that interest you?”


    Marissa turned to him. Wesson, stunned, asked, “Tiffany Nash?” d in casual attire and a helmet, Marissa looked effortlessly cool and stunning on her motorbike. From behind and the side, she bore no resemnce to Tiffany. Wesson hadn’t recognized her until just now


    Seeing her face initially startled him, but he quickly dismissed his own judgment. Though this woman resembled Tiffany, the stark difference in their auras was undeniable. Tiffany, ever the timid one, could never match this woman’s cool demeanor. He smirked knowingly. “You know, you really remind me of my ex-fiancée.”


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    “Is that so?” Marissa responded, her smile unwavering


    She then stepped off her motorcycle and walked briskly towards Wesson. Wesson, mistaking her approach as interest, beamed with anticipation. However, before he could revel in his assumption, Marissa’s fist connected with his nose. There was a horrendous crack, and blood spurted, sshing across the car


    “Ouch!” Wesson screamed in agony


    Marissa grabbed his hair, yanking his head back. “Take a good look. Who do I remind you of now?”


    Shocked, in pain, and furious, Wesson clenched his teeth and hissed, “You wretched woman, do you have any idea who I am? I’m the son of the CEO of Clifford Art and Entertainment. You’ve made a grave mistake messing with me!”


    Another punch from Marissa silenced him as it smashed into his mouth


    “Ouch!” Wesson screamed again


    Blood now streamed from both his nose and mouth, painting a ghastly picture. He resembled a zombie, fresh from a gruesome feast. As he cried out, his teeth ttered to the ground. The blood not only covered the car but also drenched his once pristine white suit in red. The crowd around them was dumbstruck, having never witnessed such a violent disy. She was like something out of an action movie—fierce and unstoppable. Though Wesson had a history of frivolous flirtations, he had never encountered such ferocity


    Still holding his hair, Marissa looked at him with a faint smile and asked again, “Look at me now. Who do I look like?”


    “I’m sorry!” Wesson’s voice broke as he lost all semnce of dignity


    But another punch came swiftly. Itnded squarely on his already broken nose, amplifying the pain. Wesson cried out, “I know I was wrong. Please, forgive me.”


    “Humph!” Marissa sneered, then lightly patted his cheek. “Remember to show some respect next time you see me.”


    With those final words, she pushed him aside, mounted her motorcycle, and sped away. She couldn’t linger any longer


    Her confrontation with Wesson had caused a significant traffic dy. Spectators in the front row were entertained and showed no urgency to disperse, while those at the back, unaware of the cause, continued to honk impatiently. If Marissa didn’t leave soon, the traffic police would surely arrive


    After leaving the scene, Marissa headed straight to the hospital, unconcerned about Wesson’s condition. Upon entering Caylee’s ward, she found the entire Sanchez family gathered around, discussing something intently. As soon as Ruth spotted Marissa, she urgently called out, “Come over here and see your mother, Tiffany!”


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