My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

840 Chapter 839

Keira glanced at the woman before her and noticed how she tilted her head, deliberately showcasing the unscarred side of her face.

Keira suddenly walked closer and asked, "Did it hurt when half your face was destroyed?"

The woman froze for a moment, visibly startled by the question.

She clearly hadn't expected such a sudden inquiry, especially one that sounded like concern. A hint of sadness flashed in her eyes before she pressed her lips together and said, "I don't really remember anymore. It happened the year after you left. They ruined my face, and that was nearly twenty years ago now. It probably hurt a lot back then… Anyway, Keera, remember this: if you can't secure the position, get out. Change your face, take on a new identity, and never come back."

Keira studied Jessica's face, her voice low and contemplative. "Does everyone who loses end up like this?"

Though worried about Jodie South, Keira knew asking directly would trigger the woman's temper. Instead, she tried to probe indirectly.

The woman, however, saw right through her. "You're thinking about Jodie, aren't you? Well," she scoffed, "she's doing slightly better than me, I suppose. Word is, she gets whipped every day. Oh, they're probably streaming it live on tonight's news."

Keira's fists clenched tightly at the words.

The woman, unfazed, continued in a detached tone, "Still, that's a mild punishment, really. She's almost fifty now and past childbearing age. If they'd found her twenty years ago…" She trailed off, her gaze lowering.

into the room then—one older and one

back then, refused the men they sent to you,

Jessica.

memorized her

I was stripped of every shred of dignity. Month after month, they came to inject me with ovulation

sighed quietly, saying

younger man crouched in front of Jessica, taking her hand in

the older man shoved the younger one aside. "Knock it off with your little act, you scheming bastard!

silently, watching the

she was witnessing two men bickering over a

is your Uncle Jake—he used to change your diapers when you were little.

gaze shifted to the younger

sends me one man a year. Ryan didn't

intimate with Jessica. You don't need to

you go again, spinning your

a pleading, puppy-dog look, his eyes radiating

enough! Don't I spend every night with you? Why do you have to keep picking fights with

failing to find the words. In the end, he stomped off,