NovelFinishChapter 698: "I know nothing about the Peridot Consortium! Nothing happened here today!" Wesson responded with all the strength he had left.
With a satisfied smile, Marissa waved them off. "Now get lost!" As if hearing a release order from prison, Sheppard and Wesson were relieved to be driven out like useless trash.
They tried to get up but were too injured to move a muscle. It felt like all their bones were broken from the assault.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut they didn't dare linger. They were afraid that Marissa might change her mind and order them to be killed instead.
Since they couldn't get up from the floor, they crawled their way to the door.
Everyone in the room watched impatiently as the two struggled to cross such a short distance.
Several minutes passed, and they were still only halfway to the door.
Your imagination thrives at puntLooking at the ton her wristwatch, Marissa snorted, “Just throw those two out." Kevin's men moved at her words and dragged Sheppard and Wesson out.
With the two gone, silence enveloped the room.
Everyone's eyes were now fixed on Sansa's and Ayla's unconscious bodies on the floor.
Marissa cast a cold look at them, then asked a question.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Sansa, Ayla, do you have anything to say?" Marissa asked, her smile barely there.
Sansa, ever the timid one, had recently been cowed by Marissa's handling of Sheppard and Wesson. Now, she shrank back, preferring to remain silent as if hoping to vanish.
Ayla, though visibly shaken, managed to muster scourage.
After a brief silence, she lifted her gaze and spoke with a hint of defiance, "Ms. President, why would you harm us just because you're friends with Tiffany? Isn't that unfair?" Marissa, amused, responded, "It seems you disagree with my actions." "Yes," Ayla replied, her voice firm despite her fear. “Standing up for a friend is understandable if you're an ordinary person, but as the president of the Peridot Consortium, shouldn't you consider the broader implications? It's hard to garner public support otherwise." "You make a valid point," Marissa said, nodding. "Continue."
When Ayla heard that, her resolve strengthened. "Ms. President, our disdain for Tiffany isn't unfounded. ve We have reasons for seeking revenge, reasons that might drive you to even greater lengths if you were in my shoes." "Is that so?" Marissa's smile flickered. “Then enlighten me. Why do you despise Tiffany enough to seek revenge?"
Taking a deep breath, Ayla said, "My father led the Nash family, and I was destined to succeed him. But to usurp my position, Tiffany resorted to ruthless tactics that ruined our lives.
She manipulated my grandfather into forcing my parents apart and even gotbanished from the Nashm household by leveraging her status as an outer disciple of the renowned healer, Riss. My father was reduced to kneeling in the ancestral hall daily, while my mother and I were cast out onto the streets.
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