Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 538:

Despite understanding that Silver Fox aimed to extort money from him, Burnet resignedly nodded in acceptance. Suppressing his emotions, he requested, “Miss Elin, please set your price.”

Silver Fox didn’t rush to name her figure. Instead, she sought confirmation first. “Mr. Hoffman, you’ve dropped the issue of compensation for your lost work time, haven’t you?”

This prompted a laugh from Burnet. It was clear what Silver Fox was aiming for; she would adjust her price to compensate for any claim he made for lost time. With a knowing smile, he responded, “Yes, that issue is resolved. Let’s not revisit it.”

“That’s good.” Silver Fox nodded, satisfied. She then smiled once more and inquired, “Mr. Hoffman, I only have this half-used bottle of Wild Bluebell left. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all,” Burnet replied.

“You’re not fussy, then?” Silver Fox teased lightly. After her light-hearted jab, she continued, “Not sure if you’re aware, but Minty Fragrances and Perfumes collaborated with Riss to create this perfume specifically for asthma sufferers around the globe. It’s very reasonably priced at just three hundred dollars per bottle.”

Burnet gave a slight nod, showing he was well-informed. Silver Fox went on, “A full bottle goes for three hundred. Now, with only half left…” She paused, her brow furrowed in contemplation, seemingly uncertain about the price.

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Burnet observed her hesitation with a hint of amusement and gently prodded, “Miss Elin, just tell me.”

Flashing him a knowing smile, Silver Fox asked, “You wouldn’t object to any price I propose, would you, Mr. Hoffman?”

“Not at all,” he replied with a calm nod.

Silver Fox’s lips curved into a sly grin, her eyes sparkling playfully. Then she declared, “Eighty million!”

“Pfft!” Connor burst out laughing. It wasn’t his money on the line, but he could almost feel the pinch for Burnet. Still chuckling, he glanced at Marissa, who sat beside him munching on popcorn, utterly unfazed as if she had seen this twist coming. It reminded him of the times Marissa used to swindle him in a similar manner.

With a resigned sigh, Connor reflected on the two women. These close friends seemed to consider fleecing men as just another routine activity, executing their schemes with cold efficiency. However, the situation with Marissa felt more like an internal transaction. After all, they were married.

The money might have changed hands frequently, but it never really left their shared pool of resources.

Burnet was not so fortunate. The money he lost flowed directly into someone else’s coffers. The thought of Elin using the money she swindled from him to support another man twisted in his gut. It would mean he was indirectly financing her lover.

Reflecting on this, Connor couldn’t suppress a malicious sense of satisfaction, feeling decidedly luckier than Burnet. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he watched his friend, who was momentarily lost for words.

Burnet had expected Elin to try and coax some money out of him, but the audacity of her demand still surprised him deeply. That was a half-empty bottle of perfume, originally priced at three hundred, and she was asking for eighty million.

This wasn’t just an attempt to recoup what he might have owed her; she was aiming to pocket an extravagant sum. The gall of her ambition astounded him!

Nobody enjoyed being manipulated financially, and Burnet was no exception. He might have been amenable to parting with smaller sums, but being duped out of eighty million in one sitting was more than he could stomach. Submitting to her demands would make him the laughingstock of his circle for life.

With this in mind, he scoffed and said to Silver Fox, his voice dripping with scorn, “Miss Elin, has your greed completely taken hold of you?”

He expected his barb to sting, but to his astonishment, Silver Fox simply nodded earnestly. “Mr. Hoffman, you’re very perceptive. Indeed, I’ve been completely overtaken by my greed for wealth!”

Burnet’s laughter was bitter as he retorted, “So, meeting a wealthy man like me automatically makes you think you can bleed me dry? You assume all rich folks are easy marks for your schemes, right?”

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