Chapter 389: When Marissa saw Aelfric's nflash on her screen, her eyebrows shot up in surprise. What on earth could he want this time? This man was a lunatic, sometimes being warm and sometimes being cold towards her, unpredictable like the weather.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe wasn't in the mood to deal with him.
Despite her reluctance, she opened his message. Aelfric had written: "Miss Nash, I'd like to invite you to dinner. What twould you be free?" A smirk tugged at Marissa's lips as she replied with biting sarcasm, "Aelfric Warren, what kind of two-faced bitch are you?" Maybe her blunt insult had struck a nerve, as there was a long pause before his response finally cthrough. He persisted, "Do you have time?" Marissa snapped back, "No! And even if I did, I wouldn't have dinner with you. I might catch your bitch disease!" Discover where it all happens: gVlnovsSeemingly offended by her remarks once more, Aelfric fell silent for a while, though not for very long. Then another message popped up: "Can I ask you a question?" Marissa, still unkind, replied, "If you've got something to say, just spit it out! Don't dance around it." "King of Doomsday Base presented all of Only's paintings," Aelfric said, appearing to suppress his annoyance. "What is your connection like with our King, may I ask?" Marissa narrowed her eyes. So, he was hung up on this issue. Since she hadn't crafted the Only persona herself, she felt no deep bond with it. After revealing it yesterday, she quickly pushed it to the back of her mind.
Now, Aelfric, with his audacious curiosity, was asking about it, making her realize the significant implications. This identity didn't merely link her to the master painter Ritchie but also to the King of the Doomsday Base, the top international martial arts organization.
Being connected to Ritchie meant wielding considerable influence in the art world, but being associated with the King of the Doomsday Base had far-reaching consequences.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe Doomsday Base commanded global respect, with disciples scattered far and wide, forming an extensive network. King's international prestige subjected anyone tied to him to intense scrutiny.
As the deputy chief instructor of the Doomsday Base, Aelfric naturally kept a close eye on such matters. Recognizing the high stakes, Marissa countered Aelfric's probing with a question of her own: "You want to know my connection to the King of the Doomsday Base?" Aelfric replied eagerly, "Yes! Every one of your paintings has been provided by King, so you must have a close relationship with him. At Doomsday Base, I am the deputy chief instructor. King is my mentor and my superior. I need to understand your relationship with him so I'll know if I should avoid any conflicts with you." Marissa curled her lips into a disdainful smile. Despite Aelfric's nice tone, who knew what his real intentions were? She had no plans to divulge the truth to him! With this in mind, she smiled and messaged him: "Do you really want to know?" Aelfric replied, "Yes, I'd love to know." Marissa queried, "Why should I tell you?" Aelfric responded, “Marissa, I have no ill intentions. I merely seek to comprehend your ties with Doomsday Base. Should you require my assistance, I'll do my utmost to help you." Marissa couldn't resist another disdainful smile. Every tthey clashed, she left him battered and bruised. Why would she ever need his support? Marissa said, "Thank you, but I don't require your help. So, you want to know about my relationship with King? Then put two and two together and take a wild guess. If you hit the nail on the head, good for you."
After firing off this message, she didn't linger for his reply and swiftly added him to her blacklist. She had bigger fish to fry today—a meeting with Clarissa. She couldn't be bothered with Aelfric.
Noticing she had finally put her phone away, Xander asked with curiosity, "Chief instructor, who were you texting? Your face was quite the picture." Marissa responded offhandedly, "Aelfric."
"Aelfric?" Xander exclaimed in surprise. He then smirked and said, "Speaking of that punk Aelfric, I have a secret about him to report to you."