Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 530:

Although Marissa knew Burnet was eager for an answer, she deliberately delayed her response. She didn’t just withhold her answer; she took the opportunity to reproach him.

“Mr. Hoffman, while I’m hardly qualified to be your teacher, I feel compelled to make a few observations. One should not overvalue money, nor should one be both wealthy and heartless.

Such traits often lead to a backlash from one’s own wealth. You have only yourself to blame for your current predicament.

“The medication that could save your life is nearly within your grasp, yet your cruelty prevents you from accessing it. This, Mr. Hoffman, is your retribution.

Considering your vast wealth, why persist in making money in such an unscrupulous manner? Doesn’t the thought of being buried under your wealth scare you? Life is too short for such greed. You can neither live with money forever nor take it with you in death.

Regardless of your wealth, you still only sleep in a bed like anyone else, and when you die, you’ll be placed in an urn just like everyone else. The greatest sorrow is to die with money unspent. If you were to die today, what purpose would all your accumulated wealth serve?

It would merely end up being squandered by Xander. From the netherworld, you’d watch helplessly, consumed with envy and jealousy, wouldn’t you?”

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Marissa’s speech grew increasingly fervent. Her look of disgust at Burnet intensified with each word. Connor, who had been stifling his amusement, finally gave in. He erupted into loud laughter, shaking so much that he scarcely resembled the composed billionaire he was.

When Connor managed to compose himself, he turned to Burnet with a smile and inquired, “What exactly have you done to incur my wife’s wrath recently?”

Confused by the rebuke, Burnet responded with a puzzled expression, “Miss Nash, have I somehow offended you?”

After a moment’s reflection, he seemed to grasp something and quickly added, “I did scold you when you visited me with Xander, but surely that’s not cause for holding a grudge? My tone was harsh too, but the content of my words was the truth. noveldrama

Considering you visited the head of the Hoffman family while married to Connor, your actions were certainly unconventional. Are you still upset over a few harsh words from that day, Miss Nash?”

Marissa shook her head instantly. “I’m not so petty.”

“If you’re not holding a grudge for that incident, why then are you berating me today?” Burnet asked.

Marissa gave a wry smile and shrugged. “Today, I’m merely reflecting on your life.”

She cleared her throat with emphasis and continued, “I’ll speak plainly. You’ve offended the woman who has your life-saving medicine. She curses you constantly. How could she possibly be inclined to save you?”

With these words, Marissa shook her head dramatically and sighed deeply. “Alas! This is indeed retribution.”

Still laughing, Connor looked at Burnet, his expression one of sheer schadenfreude. Burnet remained confused, yet a trace of amusement began to play across his face. He turned to Marissa and asked, “Miss Nash, could you please tell me who this person is that I’ve offended, yet holds the medicine to save my life right now?”

Marissa pointed downstairs and replied, “It’s the girl from whom you just took thirty million dollars.”

Burnet’s realization was instant. He recalled the woman who had driven her motorcycle into his eighty-million-dollar Bentley, and who had flippantly tried to negotiate down the damages.

What a small world, indeed.

Before he had entered Connor’s office, Burnet had received a message from his driver. The girl had paid the thirty million dollars and had left a message for him, claiming she would curse him daily and calling him the ugliest man in the world.

At the time, Burnet hadn’t taken it seriously. Now, reflecting on it, he understood that he had indeed deeply offended her.

Burnet cleared his throat with an awkward cough. Then, touching his nose in embarrassment, he asked Marissa, “Could you tell me who she is?”

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