?Chapter 531:
Marissa reveled in the awkward and flustered look on Bu’s face, deriving a wicked pleasure from his difort. She was fully aware of his burning curiosity about the identity of Silver Fox, yet she relished dying her response. She teased him instead of giving a straight answer.
“Why are you still asking about her identity? You’ve offended her deeply, and she’s not going to assist you now. What good does knowing her name do you? She’s quick-tempered and not one to mince words. Approaching her would only invite more insults. You’re barely hanging on as it is; one sharp word from her might just finish you off early.”
She checked the clock and added with a click of her tongue, “Look, you’ve got only forty minutes left. Forget these futile hopes. Better call Xander to get your remaining affairs done, or you might not even manage to draft a will. I’m keeping her identity from you for your sake.
Otherwise, you might obsess over her even in the afterlife, ming her for not saving you. Imagine bing a vengeful spirit, haunting her out of spite? Wouldn’t that justpound your sins? So, the wisest thing for you now is to settle your remaining matters and meet your end calmly.
Make sure Xandermits some good deeds on your behalf. It might make your time in the afterlife a bit easier and support a better reincarnation.”
Connor, hearing this, was almost out of breath fromughing. He had always known Marissa to be a clever tease with a biting wit, but her current form was unexpectedly maddening.
He thought to himself that if she ever wrote novels, she would be the kind that tormented her readers by building suspense but withholding the resolution, driving them to the brink of madness.
She was deliciously evil. He realized this should also serve as a lesson for him—never to cross her. If he did, she wouldn’t even need to touch him; her mere words would be enough to torment him to death.
Bu waspletely at a loss about Connor’s thoughts. Marissa was driving him to the brink of madness, yet in order to obtain her assistance in securing Wild Bluebell, he forced himself to endure and even smile amidst the ordeal.
After suffering yet another taunt from Marissa, he gazed at her with a look of desperation and pleaded, “Miss Nash, I can’t die in such a way. Please, reveal her identity. I would prefer to be berated to death by her than perish in this agonizing wait.”
Connor burst intoughter once more, unable to contain himself. Bu, increasingly exasperated by Marissa and irritated by his friend’s apparent enjoyment of the situation, shot Connor a frosty look. Connor, caught by the severity of the re, awkwardly tried to mediate.
“Mrs. Daniels, could you please ease up on him for my sake?”
Marissa had nned to prolong Bu’s misery a bit longer to avenge Silver Fox’s grievances, but realizing she might need Connor’s favor soon, she opted to relent somewhat. With a deliberate cough to clear her throat, she addressed Bu.
“That woman is Elin, a renowned perfumer from Minty Fragrances and Perfumes. She and her colleague Riss developed Wild Bluebell together. It’s not only her crowning achievement but also her personal favorite. She never goes anywhere without a bottle of it.”
Bu felt a jolt of surprise. The woman who had exasperated him so instantly was none other than Elin from Minty Fragrances and Perfumes. The revtion caught him off guard.
Given the Hoffman Group’s involvement in the perfume sector and Minty Fragrances and Perfumes’ recent expansion into Blebert, he had been mulling over a partnership with them and was somewhat familiar with their operations, particrly the two master perfumers.
He had pictured the two master perfumers as seasoned, middle-aged professionals, not imagining Elin, the woman who had boldly flirted with him, to be one of them.
At the time of the earlier incident, he had felt entirely justified in his demands forpensation, believing his stance was perfectly reasonable. He was unaware that he would soon be relying on her for crucial assistance.
With a slight cough to clear his throat, Bu regained hisposure. He then turned to Marissa with an inquiry, his voice tinged with urgency. “Miss Nash, could you please tell me where I can find Elin right now?”
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