The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 936

She reaches up, her trembling fingertips brushing against rough, severely dehydrated skin. It lacks even a fraction of its former elasticity or luminous glow. Panicked, Jovani violently turns away from the mirror, a suffocating wave of despair washing over her. The side effects of the experimental drugs are like a parasite, gnawing at her vitality, draining her beauty, and dragging her toward an ugly, agonizing death.

She must get that formula! It is her only hope. Once the boss cures her, she can reclaim her youthful face and secure Gregory's heart forever. A ruthless fire reignites in her sunken eyes as she forces herself to calm down and focus.

The next day, they meet at a discreet, private location they frequently used in the past.

"Gregory, it's so good to see you. I missed you so much," Jovani says. Seeing him look so sharp—maintained well enough to pass for a man years younger than his actual age—a sharp pang of insecurity hits her. Thank God she wore a thick face mask and oversized sunglasses; otherwise, she wouldn't have the courage to face him.

"I missed you too. I've just been buried in work lately, so I haven't been as attentive," he lies smoothly.

Gregory is an expert at spouting affectionate nonsense, though he makes zero effort to reach out and touch her. Like most men, he is highly visual, and the decaying, elderly-looking woman standing before him completely kills any desire he might have once harbored. He has absolutely no appetite for her anymore. Unfortunately, Jovani's blinding romantic delusion prevents her from sensing his revulsion. Believing his sweet words, her anxiety eases slightly.

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