In an unknown room, a woman exhaled smoke with an air of casual elegance. The other half of her face was hidden in the dark, where scars crisscrossed, grotesque and terrifying, a stark contrast to her bright and beautiful other half.
The screen in front of the woman played the footage of how Melody Thorne was taken away from the Quinn Corporation and falsely accused of murder. It all seemed like part of a grand scheme.
And the woman who orchestrated this scheme was her.
She took a fierce drag of her cigarette, determined not to let Melody have an easy life after ruining hers. This time, she had won. Melody Thorne would not rise again!
A pair of male hands encircled Sheryl Lancaster from behind, his eyes filled with intense desire, his nauseating touch exploring her body.
"Don't you find my face disgusting now?" Sheryl Lancaster lifted her face. No man would want to touch her anymore, right?
She was now hideously ugly.
