The Beauty and the Brain

Chapter 15

Chapter 15 She’s Like a Ray of Light

A knock sounded from outside the bathroom, and Marie snapped back to reality, asking, “What’s going

on?”

“Ms. Spence, I’ve placed the fresh clothes for you by the door. Mr. Whitney said you can rest here

today, and we’ll be heading out,” Cullen said.

“Alright, thank Dennis for me,” Marie said.

The noise outside quickly faded away.

Marie walked outside the bathroom and saw two shopping bags on the floor. She opened them and

found a pink long skirt inside, which, judging by the label, should cost a few thousand dollars. There

was also a new set of lingerie, and surprisingly, the size was just right.

Marie blushed a little as she opened another bag, revealing a pair of new sneakers inside.

She carried these items back to the bathroom, changed out of her torn and tattered clothes, and

discarded her dirty shoes as well, putting on the new clothes.

Dennis was very considerate; the length of the skirt he chose perfectly covered the scars on her

legs, and the three-quarter sleeves hid the knife wounds on her arms. However, her face was still a

bit swollen and red, making her appearance somewhat unnatural.

She went to the kitchen and found ice cubes in the refrigerator. She applied them to her face for a long

time, and the swelling gradually subsided.

It’s almost ten o’clock, and if she doesn’t go back soon, who knows what kind of stories Mia and her

daughter will tell about her tomorrow.

Marie left a note for Dennis and then departed from the hotel. This time, she took a taxi directly from

downstairs and returned to the Spence mansion.

By the time Marie arrived home, it was already past ten o’clock. The house was quiet and peaceful.

She tiptoed up the stairs, returned to her room, and climbed into bed, ready for a good night’s sleep.

In a state between sleep and wakefulness, the sudden “ding-ling-ling…” of the phone rang out. Marie,

still groggy, fumbled for her phone and answered the call.

“Hey… She was feeling sleepy, her voice a bit groggy.

“Where are you?” The voice on the phone was chilling enough to make one shudder.

“Who are you?” Marie’s sleep was interrupted, and she was very displeased.

Marie, I’ll ask again, where are you?”

Feeling the man’s voice on the other end of the phone becoming increasingly irritable, Marie

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reluctantly opened her eyes, chased away her drowsiness, and suddenly realized what was

happening.

“Dennis?”

“Or else what?”

“How did you get my phone number?” Marie asked.

“Where are you?” Dennis asked again.

“I’m at home, I left you a note,” Marie thought. It wasn’t surprising that someone as capable as Dennis

could get her number.

The phone was abruptly hung up. Marie was speechless. Couldn’t this person at least say goodbye?

Dennis was sitting on the hotel couch when he saw a note on the tea table. The girl’s delicate

handwriting read: “Thank you for today. I’ll treat you to a meal another day. I’m going home first,”

With a peaceful tone, it was nothing like the startled expression she had when he carried her back.

Dennis felt helpless, not knowing what was wrong with himself.

To spare Marie any embarrassment, he prepared a change of clothes and went to the branch office

with Cullen.

Sitting in the office all night, his mind was filled with the image of the young girl falling into his arms

from the window, and the way she shrank into his embrace, shivering.

Worried that she would be scared alone in the hotel, he drove back to comfort her. He reassured.

himself that he was just helping someone out to the fullest extent, and that he only came back to check

on her. As long as she was fine, that was all that mattered.

Upon realizing she wasn’t at the hotel, he thought she might have encountered some danger and

hastily called her, only to find out that she was already at home, sound asleep.

Today, he felt his emotions were out of control, but the girl who affected his emotions was just an

18-year-old high school student.

Dennis walked over to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of red wine. He gazed out the floor-

to-ceiling window at the brightly lit scene outside, his face strikingly handsome, yet his

silhouette exuded a sense of loneliness.

He had been lonely for far too long, so when the sweet-smiling girl fell into his arms, it made his eyes

light up.

Like a beam of light.

Just like that, he still had a lot to do. He needed to keep a firm grip on the Whitney family, find the

batch of goods stolen by Terry Group, and figure out the whereabouts of the famous Rose.

It was already one in the morning, and Dennis had been standing by the window for quite some time. It

wasn’t until the phone rang that he picked it up and said, “Speak.”

“Dennis, we’ve got the goods back, and our guys made it out unscathed. The other side lost two

snipers, and the rest were wiped out,” said another man’s voice.

“Got it. Keep an eye on the stuff and don’t let any information leak,” Dennis said before hanging up

the phone.

He swirled the red wine in his hand. Rose had provided such accurate information – who exactly was

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