Chapter 9

A man with glasses soon appeared in front of her.

Violet’s confusion set in. She was not sure what he was going to do.

“Who is she?” Lucius questioned the man while gesturing at Violet with his chin.

After adjusting his glasses, the man gave her a long look before saying, “My client.”

“Client? Me?” Violet asked while pointing at herself. When did she become his client?

“You must be mistaken.”

“No, I can clearly remember each and every patient I’ve done plastic surgery on,” the man answered with confidence. “I remember your case quite vividly, Ms. Agatha. Because even though you already had a beautiful face, you wanted to change your looks to resemble someone else. We once believed you were…”

“A girl happened to pass away in the hospital at that time, so I just sampled her face for the surgery,”

the man continued with an awkward smile. “You didn’t forget all of this, did you?”

But she was alive and well.

“You’re obviously lying!” she glared at the man and shouted at him.

The man was unfazed as he took out a USB drive and handed it to Violet. “The whole process of your plastic surgery and the recording are all in here.”

Violet was in a state of shock once again. She stared at the USB drive without having the courage to take it. Someone else took the USB drive away.

It was Lucius.

“Send him away,” he ordered.

George obeyed the order. A helicopter soon took off and flew to the other side of the mountain. Violet watched the distant helicopter with envy. She wanted to leave this place so much.

“I’m really not Agatha,” she repeated robotically, with tears pooling helplessly in her eyes. Lucius’s face tensed up once more, and he radiated a ruthless air.

Suddenly, he reached for her.

She instinctively ducked her head to avoid his grasp, but he was still able to grab her neck.

He grabbed hold of her nape and pulled her back so hard that she had to tilt her head up to relieve some of the pressure. Right in front of her was his icy, demon–like face. He looked into her eyes with a sharp glare. “If you didn’t want to stay as Agatha, why didn’t you have the surgery done even more thoroughly?”

Violet was speechless. “Thoroughly? What?”

She suddenly realized he was staring at her eyes, and she went to touch them.

“Bring me the sulphuric acid!” he shouted.

Violet’s hands started to shake, and she realized that something terrible was about to happen. “W–

what are you trying to do?!”

Lucius lifted her chin again and said, “You don’t want to be Agatha River, right? These eyes are exactly the same as they were before. I’ll help you get rid of them properly!”

What?! Get rid of them?!

Violet’s blood went cold at the sight of the bodyguards who had arrived with sulphuric acid. What kind of demon did she come across?

“No!” She tried to cover her eyes and shook her head violently. “Don’t ruin my eyes!”

Her chin was firmly in his grasp, and he would not let go. With his other hand, he grabbed the acid bottle, and the colorless liquid sloshed