The Heiress’s Second Chance at Vengeance
Chapter 339 A Face That Can’t Be Hidden
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Naomi leaned pitifully against Nathaniel and said, “Mr. Nathaniel, they’re not only accusing me of having some disgusting disease, but they’re even dragging up what Emma did to my face. They don’t respect us ar all! If it weren’t for the pain in my face these past few days, I wouldn’t have dared show myself and had no choice but to go back home.”
Seeing Naomi’s helpless look, Nathaniel was visibly moved.
Brody hadn’t treated him kindly at that dinner. And now, these women were bad–mouthing his goddaughter right to his face. His expression turned grim.
“Do I need to remind you what your precious Miss Aurora did? And you still have the nerve to gossip in front of me?!”
The women immediately shut up.
This Naomi–barely more than a kid–had a sharp tongue that was truly irritating.
Naomi saw they were quiet, and the corners of her lips curled up faintly.
Trying to go against me? You’re all still far too green.
After the scene, Nathaniel instantly lost interest in the women. He’d had his fun over the past few days, but he was getting bored. With a wave of his hand, he ordered his men to escort them out.
Naomi watched with satisfaction as they were led away.
With them gone, she could finally breathe easy.
But right then, a sharp pain flared across her face.
It hadn’t hurt this badly the last time she wore the synthetic skin.
What was going on?
“What’s wrong? You don’t look so good,” Nathaniel said, showing rare concern.
Naomi panicked. If he saw the wound on her face, everything would fall apart.
She quickly waved her hand. “It’s… nothing.”
“You sure about that? You don’t look fine.”
His suspicious gaze lingered on her face.
He’d just seen that photo from the concert, and it was still fresh in his mind.
The pain was getting worse, drilling into her skin. Naomi could hardly bear it. She didn’t care about explaining anymore. She just turned and bolted out of the Hartwell house.
“Naomi!”
Nathaniel’s face darkened with displeasure.
If it weren’t for her being somewhat useful, he would’ve been done with her a long time ago.
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Chapter 339 A Face That Can’t Be Hidden
Outside-
Naomi ran as fast as she could, heart pounding.
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As soon as she was clear of the house, she ripped the synthetic skin off her face.
Thank God this was a low–rise residential area, and no one was around.
She fumbled for her phone and switched to selfie mode.
She had to see her face.
And when she did–she screamed.
Her face… it was a disaster.
Almost completely rotted through, barely recognizable.
Naomi stared at her reflection in horror, unable to believe what she was seeing.
How could this happen?
Back at school-
Eliza curled her lips into a smile.
“Thanks for the powder,” she said, handing the small bottle back to Matteo.
He tucked it into his pocket. “You got me what I asked for. I gave you a bottle of powder. Fair trade.”
Eliza shook her head. “You’re wrong. I didn’t lift a finger.”
When Matteo had come to her asking for a gun and bullets, she had still been scratching her head over how to get them.
But that very night, someone had left exactly what she needed at the door of her apartment.
In all of Westbrook, the only person capable of that kind of move–without a word–was Nolan.
Eliza wasn’t sure how to feel about it.
On one hand, she was glad Nolan had solved her problem before she even opened her mouth.
On the other hand, it meant Nolan had people watching her every move.
She hated being monitored.
Even if his intentions were protective.
“Aren’t you going to ask what I wanted the powder for?” she asked Matteo.
He didn’t even flinch. “Why would I care? Do whatever you want. I got what I wanted.”
With that, he turned and left without another word.
Eliza stroked her chin thoughtfully.
Chapter 339 A Face That Can’t Be Hidden
I wonder what kind of face Matteo will make when he finds out I ruined one of his most valuable pieces on the board. Probably one worth remembering.
Meanwhile-
Naomi had frantically called Matteo.
The moment he answered, she was sobbing and shouting.
“Come get me… please, just come now!”
Her voice was full of panic–this was clearly serious.
Matteo drove toward the location she gave him.
She hadn’t gone far–just a few hundred meters from the Hartwell estate. She was hiding in a narrow alley as night began to fall.
Matteo stepped into the dim alley and walked toward the corner where Naomi was curled up.
Just then, she lifted her head.
