Beatrice's heart plummeted in an instant. She looked at Agnes' smiling face, as if she were staring at a demon, "Agnes, what are you up to? This is my face, you're not allowed to touch it. I was born this way, you won't lay a finger on it."
Beatrice cradled her face as if it were a precious jewel.
Agnes sneered, "Beatrice, have you lost your mind? Don't you remember how you used to look?"
Beatrice glared back with hatred, "I was born this way, I've never had plastic surgery. Agnes, don't you dare harm me, don't touch my face."
Beatrice, paranoid and frantic, retreated into a corner of the couch.
At this moment, Jared, who had been quietly observing the two of them, suddenly walked towards Beatrice.
Seeing Jared, Beatrice immediately lunged at him.
She grabbed his hand, "Save me, Jared, please save me. You like my face too, don't you? You can't let this devil ruin it, please save me."
Beatrice pleaded through her tears.
Her face, though surgically enhanced, was flawless, without a trace of scars.
However, when she cried, it seemed somewhat stiff, and no tears rolled down.
Jared looked at her face calmly, "I do like your face."
Upon hearing this, Beatrice's heart leapt, igniting a great hope.
As long as Jared was on her side, there was still hope.
Jared had feelings for her over the past four years.
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