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Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 348
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Chapter 348: Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Remy relentlessly slapped Sansa and Ayla, each strike forcing them to spit blood and fall helplessly to the floor. As he observed them struggling and coughing up blood, his anger did not subside. He delivered several more brutal kicks.

Pointing at them with fury, he shouted, "You two witches! You nearly madecross Master Only. Leave now and never cback into my sight!" Turning to Dunbar, his anger palpable, he commanded, "Get rid of these two now!" Dunbar was visibly shocked by the rapid change in circumstances. Moments earlier, Remy had been fond of Sansa and Ayla and had seen the Nash and Sanchez families as his enemies. Now, everything had shifted drastically.

After Remy issued his order, Dunbar paused briefly, collecting his thoughts before responding, "Yes, sir." He then forcefully dragged Sansa and Ayla out like discarded sacks.

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l/të$+ çhåpterš įñ gåtñøvêłśMarissa observed the entire scene with icy detachment. Tiffany had endured much since her childhood due to Sansa and Ayla's persecution. At the medical conference stago, Marissa had laid bare their deceit, shattering their reputations.

She believed the long-standing feud had finally ended. Yet, Sansa and Ayla hadn't relinquished their vendetta and seized every chance possible for retribution.

Previously, they had let Melinda manipulate them into slandering her. This time, they enlisted Remy for their schemes. Thus, they could not fault her for her lack of mercy now.

After settling matters with Sansa and Ayla, Remy turned his cold gaze to Wesson. Wesson, trembling with fear, quickly pleaded, "Mr. Sugden, I will leave on my own accord!" He had barely spoken when he prompted the bodyguard to wheel him away. Before the bodyguard could respond, Remy's icy voice halted them. "Mr. Clifford, do you intend to depart so abruptly?" Wesson stiffened, turning to Remy with a timid look. "Mr. Sugden, is there something else you require of me?" Remy's sneer was chilling. "Stop feigning ignorance. You have yet to apologize to Miss Nash or gain her forgiveness. Do you think you can just leave like this?" At this, Wesson turned his gaze towards Marissa, filled with misery. He had always disliked Marissa, viewing her beauty as superficial, likening her to a worthless rag. Now, as he observed her anew, she seemed to radiate a brilliant light, making him feel insignificant, like an ant beneath her.

He realized she was not a fragile rag but a pearl that had masked its luster. Blinded by his own folly, he had conspired with Sansa and Ayla against Tiffany. He had cruelly broken off their engagement, causing her immense sorrow.

Had he not ended their engagement but married her instead, the Clifford family would have been basking in prosperity. His mind was awash with regret, to the point he wished to dash his head against the wall in remorse.

Alas, regret was futile. He had lost a precious gem, and reclaiming it would mean contending with formidable rivals. Of course, it wasn't the moment for Wesson to ponder the possibility of marriage. He needed to kneel before her and beg for forgiveness, lest Remy decide to cripple him.

Bearing the pain coursing through his body, Wesson slid from the wheelchair and knelt before Marissa. Tears streaming down his face, he cried, "I'm sorry, Tiffany. I was wrong to break off our engagement and cause you pain. Please accept my apology."

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Marissa looked down at him, her expression one of disdain. "Your om apology means little tome, but i accept it since you owethat much. However, our feud is far from settled..."

An apology could not undo the damage Wesson had inflicted on m Tiffany. The wounds the Clifford family had inflicted on the Sanchez family were too deep to be healed by mere words, even as Wesson knelt before her. With these grievances weighing heavily, there was no way she could simply forgive and forget the actions of Wesson and his family.

Wesson raised his head slowly, meeting her gaze with a look of fear.

His voice shook as he asked, "What more do you want from me, Tiffany?”