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Christian had never imagined a woman could become so fanatical–so possessed–all for the sake of beauty,
In the mirror, Naomi’s face was ghostly pale under layers of thick foundation. Only the sharp, rosy blush on her cheeks gave her a hint of life. Without it, she would’ve looked almost corpse–like.
“What’s that smell?”
Naomi sniffed with a frown. Her face darkened immediately as she realized the odor was coming from her own body. The stench of rotting flesh from her infected wounds clung to her like a curse.
Even she couldn’t stand herself.
“Bring out your best perfume. How can I show up to Leaf Corp like this?”
Christian complied reluctantly, handing her a bottle. Naomi nearly drenched herself in it, desperate to mask every trace of the stench.
Christian choked on the overwhelming cloud of fragrance but held his tongue.
Naomi, satisfied, turned to him with a determined gleam in her eyes. “Go get the car. Tonight, I will be chosen by the president of Leaf Corp.”
With nothing more to say, Christian obeyed.
The car first stopped at Nathaniel’s estate.
Naomi stepped out, smoothing her dress and fixing her expression into a bright smile. She didn’t want to leave the slightest flaw for Nathaniel to find fault with.
But before she could call out, another voice rang from the garden.
A sultry, curvaceous woman in a bold red gown clung to Nathaniel like a snake, her movements fluid and deliberately intimate.
“Mr. Nathaniel,” she cooed, “wait for your darling baby girl-“‘
She practically draped herself over him. Nathaniel, clearly taken with her, wrapped an arm around her waist and chuckled at her flirtations.
Their laughter stung Naomi’s ears.
“Dad,” she said stiffly.
Nathaniel turned, confused. “What are you doing here?”
“You invited me. Or did your new plaything help you forget that?”
Naomi’s voice was tight with bitterness as she glared at the woman on his arm.
This woman was younger, prettier, and had a better figure–clearly one of those shameless socialites who survived by clinging to powerful men.
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The woman giggled, snuggling closer to Nathaniel. “I used your phone to invite her, boss. Ms. Sue just loves events like this, right? I thought it’d be fun for her to tag along.”
Nathaniel wasn’t the least bit angry about the unauthorized message. Instead, he teasingly flicked her nose. “You’re such a troublemaker.”
The woman smirked, then glanced at Naomi with exaggerated disgust. “Ugh, what perfume is that? It’s so strong. I’m allergic to floral scents, you know.”
She pouted at Nathaniel. “Boss, I don’t want to ride in the same car as her. Can’t you make her take another?”
“Of course, of course. Whatever you want tonight.”
“I got all dressed up for you, Daddy…”
“All right, enough. Either come or go–just don’t embarrass me.”
Nathaniel’s voice was filled with irritation.
Since the last time he noticed something strange about Naomi’s face, he’d lost all interest in her. Thankfully, Mr. Brody had gifted him a new woman–this one far more entertaining.
Naomi’s fists clenched as the woman taunted her without restraint. Nathaniel didn’t even spare her a second glance.
He turned to Matteo and said indifferently, “Send her along with someone. Let her enjoy the view.”
“We’ll be off, then.”
Matteo’s face was unreadable.
Naomi stood there, burning with humiliation, but Matteo didn’t even acknowledge her. He got in the car and shut the door.
She rushed after him. “Matteo! You said I could come with you!”
“Take the car behind us.”
He didn’t even look back.
Naomi turned–and saw what car he meant.
It was one of Nathaniel’s cars–the one his thugs used.
Inside, several rough–looking men leered at her through the window, whistling suggestively.
Back when she was Nathaniel’s favorite, they had already been drooling over her. Now that she’d fallen out of favor, they didn’t bother hiding their filthy intentions.
Revulsion twisted in Naomi’s stomach.
But she forced herself to get in.
Because this was her chance.
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