The Beauty and the Brain

Chapter 90

Chapter 90

From the moment Dennis woke up, he had been sitting in the living room, staring at the blood-stained

high heels on the coffee table.

That was Marie’s high heels.

Just a moment ago, she was holding his hand and dancing gracefully, but in the next moment, they

were separated by the crowd.

He knew that Clayton had already examined the bloodstains and determined they were not hers.

So where is she?

“Mr. Whitney, it’s time to take your medicine,” Cullen said as he walked over with a glass of water.

Dennis covered his shoulder, the wound throbbing with pain, and he asked, “Did you find her?”

Cullen shook his head and didn’t say anything.

Dennis held a water cup in his right hand, looking down and not saying a word.

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he worry about who she still had in her heart; all he could think about was her smiling face.

As long as she return safely.

The doorbell rang.

Cullen stood up and opened the door, looking at Marie standing at the doorway, he thought he was

dreaming.

He excitedly shouted, “Mr. Whitney! Ms. Marie! Ms. Marie is back!”

Dennis abruptly stood up from the couch as he saw Marie walk in and smile at him.

Her beautiful evening gown was already tattered and torn, the makeup on her face had become

blotchy, and her small face was somehow covered in dirt, making her look quite embarrassed.

Scratching her head, she said, “Cullen, could you please go down and pay the taxi fare for me? I didn’t

bring any money.”

Cullen immediately nodded and ran downstairs to pay.

Marie walked up to Dennis with a frown, looked at his arm hanging in a sling, and asked, “What

happened to your hand?”

Dennis reached out with his right hand and pulled her into his embrace, as if he had survived a

disaster, he let out a sigh of relief, “Marie, where did you go?”

Marie raised her hand and patted Dennis on the back, comforting him, “I just got separated from

you, but I’m back now, aren’t I?”

Dennis released her, then anxiously looked her over and asked, “Are you hurt?”

Marie shook her head. “I wasn’t hurt, but you were, right?”

Marie pointed at his arm and asked, “What happened here?”

Dennis’ eyes darkened, “It’s nothing, just a minor injury.”

Marie stared at him and said, “Dennis, don’t lie to me.”

Dennis raised his hand and touched her messy hair, saying, “I’m glad you’re okay. Go take a shower

and come out to eat something.”

Marie shrugged. “Alright.”

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She returned to her room, took off her evening gown and threw it in the trash, then went into the

bathroom to take a bath.

When Marie woke up in the hotel where Kate and her friends were staying, it was already afternoon.

She had slept all day and hadn’t eaten anything when she woke up. She quickly checked Emory’s

injuries, made sure there was no serious problem, and told them to leave as soon as possible. Then,

she went out and took a taxi back to her hotel.

She had promised Dennis not to lie, so she couldn’t make up a reason for where she had gone; she

simply said they got separated.

However, the injuries on Dennis, the gunfight she witnessed last night, and the critical moment when

she shot the bald man, saved Dennis’ life.

Everything was telling her that Dennis was not as simple a businessman as he appeared to be on the

surface.

He had his own organization, and judging from yesterday’s situation, its influence was not even inferior

to that of the Rodger Group.

After taking a bath, Marie walked out of the room, drying her hair, and Dennis called her to eat.

The hotel brought the steak, and Marie sat down at the dining table. Seeing Dennis struggle with one

hand, she cut her own steak and placed it in front of Dennis, saying, “Eat this one.”

She took Dennis’ portion and sat quietly next to him, eating her meal.

Dennis watched the girl across from him, who was slowly cutting her steak with her head down. On her

face, there was none of the panic and fear that a normal girl would have.

It seemed that the gunfight last night was completely insignificant to her.

She didn’t even ask why there was a gunfight.

Her indifference seemed more like she had known everything all along.

“Marie, where did you go yesterday?” Dennis asked.

Marie hesitated while cutting the steak and didn’t say anything.

“Can’t you say it?” Dennis asked again.

“I got lost, I don’t know where I went,” Marie said with her head down.

“What about today? You didn’t return to the hotel until tonight, where did you go during the day?”

Dennis put down his fork, picked up the napkin, and wiped the corner of his mouth.

“I was so tired, I found a place and took a nap,” Marie said.

“You, a young girl, slept in an unfamiliar place in France?” Dennis asked in response.

Marie, with her head down, cutting her steak, said, “Dennis, I’m not your prisoner; there’s no need for

me to report my whereabouts to you.”

The atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing, Dennis’ face looked terrible, but Marie still kept her

head down, leisurely chewing her steak.

“Marie, who is Seth?” Dennis asked.

Marie’s body stiffened, her hand paused, and she said, “Didn’t you meet him yesterday?”

All these little actions were clearly seen by Dennis, and in his eyes, they seemed more like Marie’s

guilty conscience.

“I mean,

who is Seth to you?” Dennis asked with a pale face.

Marie smiled, tossing her fork onto the plate with a clatter. She grabbed a napkin and wiped the corner

of her mouth, saying, “I’m full.”

Marie stood up and turned to walk to the room. Dennis suddenly stood up as well, the chair dragging

on the floor and making a piercing noise. He grabbed Marie’s arm, forcing her to turn around and face

him. Staring into her eyes, he asked, “Who is Seth?”

Marie looked at him and asked, “Why were you injured?”

Dennis hesitated for a moment and didn’t speak.

“Dennis, I promised you I wouldn’t lie to you, but I didn’t say I would be completely honest with you

either. You have your secrets, and I have mine. Can’t we just respect each other?” Marie said.

For Dennis, not telling Marie about his sphere of influence was for her safety.

But were the things Marle didn’t want to say for his sake, or to protect someone else?

The man she couldn’t forget even after getting drunk.

He tightly gripped Marie’s arm and asked word by word, “I just want to know, what is your relationship

with Seth?”

Marie shook off his hand and spat out three words. “Nothing to say!”

She returned to her room, slammed the door, and lay down on the bed.

She knew that this day would eventually come.

She promised not to lie, so she didn’t make up any excuses to deceive Dennis, but she couldn’t tell

him who Seth was.

Dennis sat on the living room couch, gasping for breath. In his eyes, Marie had desperately defended

Seth, even going so far as to confront him.

He covered his shoulder; the pulling and tugging earlier had aggravated his wound, and now it was

unbearably painful.

Dennis took off his shirt, revealing a bloodstain on the gauze on his shoulder. The wound that Gavin

had struggled to stop bleeding had opened up again.

The bleeding was severe. He tried to stand up and return to his room, but his body swayed and he fell

to the ground.

When Cullen entered, Dennis was already lying unconscious on the ground.

“Mr. Whitney! Mr. Whitney!” Cullen ran to Dennis’ side and shouted.

Marie heard a shout, ran out of the room, and saw Dennis lying on the floor with a deep red stain on his

shoulder. She rushed over to help Cullen lift Dennis and took him to his room.

Cullen turned around to call Gavin, while Marie took out the first aid kit from the room, skillfully

disinfected and stopped the bleeding, and replaced the dirty gauze with a clean one.

When Cullen returned to the room, Marie had already cleaned up the scene quite a bit.

“Ms. Marie…” Cullen wanted to ask why did Marie know about urgent medical treatment.

“Where’s Gavin? When will he be able to arrive? I only did a simple wound dressing, Dennis’ wound is

a bit inflamed and he’s been having a fever. Didn’t you guys notice?” Marie was tidying up the

first aid kit.

“Running a fever? Mr. Whitney was fine when he woke up this afternoon…” Cullen said.