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.

"What are you talking about, baby," the man said, placing a half-mask over her scarred face, eagerly tearing at her clothes. "Even if your face is ruined, your body is still captivating. Men don’t have to see a face, but they definitely look at the body."

They just want to enjoy, not love, so whether they see the face or not doesn’t matter at all.

"Really?" Sheryl Lancaster had always been disdainful of Felix Chandler; she naturally looked down on this man.

He couldn’t compare to Jared Quinn; he was inferior in every way, and she had always despised him.

But now that Jared Quinn was no longer an option, she just wanted to seek revenge once, and being ugly now, why would she be afraid of becoming uglier?

"Felix Chandler, you’re so good," Sheryl Lancaster had only been touched by him, so she knew that kind of pleasure, and now she just wanted happiness, to grasp the man who could bring her joy.

Women are like men; once they’ve tasted enjoyment, they’ll always crave it.

Sheryl Lancaster raised her face to kiss the corner of Felix Chandler’s lips, but he pulled away at this moment, placing her hand on his belt, guiding her actions. "Sheryl Lancaster, you’ve been with me so many times, you should understand by now. If you want something, do it yourself."

Felix Chandler’s words were like a hot slap across Sheryl Lancaster’s face, a naked humiliation!

"Enough, you’re no longer a naïve young woman. Hurry and satisfy me, and maybe I’ll get your half-ruined face fixed, make you look like you used to," Felix Chandler said forcefully, pressing Sheryl Lancaster’s face toward his abdomen!

The room was filled with low voices.

Melody Thorne being taken away by Harold Chapman had left her feeling uneasy, knowing Jared Quinn must be furious now.

But she couldn’t let Jared Quinn gamble with the entire Quinn Corporation for her sake.

"Sister-in-law," Harold Chapman came in from outside, "I’ve brought all the clothes you asked for."

Melody Thorne looked at the clothes that had been whipped and torn, dissatisfied, but at least it proved she had been questioned by Harold Chapman.

"You all go out first, I’ll change."

"Okay," he replied.

The tattered clothes draped over Melody Thorne’s body revealed glimpses of skin beneath. If she walked out like this, Jared would definitely explode in jealousy!

"Madam," a woman walked in, carrying a jar reeking of blood, "Major Lu needs to apply this stuff for a more realistic effect."

Melody Thorne frowned dismissively, "Is this chicken blood?"