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“What are you doing here? Stanley snapped, clearly annoyed.
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Tessa didn’t respond right away. Instead, she closed the hospital room door behind her and sauntered over to the bed with at confident sway
She loosened her belt, and her coat slipped open, showing off her stunning figure. Her outfit was barely there–just a few strategically placed strings–and she wore a coy, seductive smile. “Darling,” she purred, “I’m here for you”
Stanley’s eyes lit up, and he tapped his thigh with eagerness. “It’s been days since I’ve had any fun–come on, sit down.”
Tessa wasn’t exactly a knockout, but she was definitely adventurous and fearless. Whenever they hooked up, they always had a great time.
As she moved closer to the bed, Stanley hit the button to lower his raised leg.
“Stanley…” Tessa leaned in, playfully tilting her head to let her ear brush against his.
The pleasant scent from her filled the air, and feeling her warmth, Stanley wrapped his arm around her waist and gently nibbled her earlobe.
“You tease!” he exclaimed, intertwining his fingers in her hair. Just as he was about to deepen their kiss, an all–too–familiar fragrance hit him.
Suddenly, Stanley’s expression shifted. He grabbed Tessa’s hair and pushed her away in a flash. “You deceitful witch! How dare you poison me? You’re toxic. Not again, my skin is itching.”
In seconds, red welts erupted across Stanley’s face, and a harrowing itch spread over him. He frantically pressed the call button by his bed.
The sharp alarm blared, and medical staff burst into the room. They came in so fast that Tessa didn’t even have time to grab her coat. Lipstick smears were still all over Stanley’s face and neck–it was pretty clear what had just gone down.
Mortified, Tessa snatched her coat, threw it on, and bolted from the room, her face burning red. What the hell just happened? Why does Stanley think I’m toxic? Everything was totally fine the last time we were together.
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Meanwhile, Kristina was taken aback by Trenton’s ability to grasp complex proposals and market analyses. Despite having the mindset of an eight–year–old, he surprisingly excelled in advanced math–he was catching up to adult–level understanding.
Kristina rummaged through some old documents from the cabinet and decided to test Trenton The results were astonishing. Not only could he analyze everything with ease, but he also read documents in m le languages.
“This is incredible. He’s truly a child prodigy!‘ Kristina thought to herself. “Trenton,” she asked, “how old were you when you first learned Farronian? Do you remember?”
Trenton pondered for a moment and then shook his head. “I don’t remember.”
“Maybe I can help jog your memory,” Kristina said with a mischievous smile. Suddenly inspired, she grabbed her laptop and pulled up the McClain Group’s internal network, scrolling through the detailed employee profiles and records.
As she browsed through Trenton’s profile, she discovered that he became fluent in Farronian by the age of nine, having started to explore Farronian materials when he was just six or seven. He had even read local news stories without any formal
classes.
In other words, even though Trenton had the mind of an eight–year–old, he retained everything he had learned. His
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knowledge and analytical skills were second nature to him.
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So, Trenton’s intelligence, despite his mindset being in his young years, didn’t hinder him; he still possessed his own sound judgment in business. Given this, Kristina started cooking up a bold plan.
