Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

Chapter 54

Blake threw away the pill and stared at his reflection in the mirror for a while. He tried to hide the bruise on his forehead with his bangs. Then, he put bandages on the areas he couldn't cover.

He had a social gathering that night. When he arrived at the restaurant and someone asked about the injuries on his face, he came up with an excuse and hastily changed the subject.

Before long, everyone was chatting and clinking glasses. "Blake, you don't look so good today," someone said.

Another person chimed in, "Yeah, you've been attending a lot of social gatherings lately. Maybe you should see a doctor soon."

"I'm perfectly fine! It's probably because I haven't been sleeping well the last few days. It's no big deal!" Blake insisted, pouring himself another glass of wine. However, as he lifted his glass, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. Everyone around him noticed something was amiss and asked with concern, "Are you alright, Blake?"

"I'm..." Blake couldn't articulate further. In the blink of an eye, everything went black, and he passed out.

...

walked into the Henderson residence, Harold, Diana, and Yvonne were

still not hitting the books. You're out all the time, and you're only home for dinner. Do you think our house is just a hotel for you?"

for dinner." Surprisingly, Diana had the housekeeper set out

to take care of. Please don't hold it against her she

chair and sat next to her. Rather than easing the tension, Yvonne's words only made things worse. Harold's expression hardened. "What could she possibly be up to that's

big project, she stayed up all night to draft a proposal for me! Meanwhile, all you do is add to my

thought about it, the more frustrated he was with Yolanda. "I'm not getting any younger, and the company is going to be yours and your sister's one day. With your attitude, how can

natural for her to want to have fun," Yvonne interjected. "I'll work hard and strive to help manage the company

Yolanda could be more like

and placed it on the table.

Harold asked with a frown, perusing the contract. Soon, his expression changed drastically.

the seal on the contract, no?" Yolanda responded indifferently. "Doxcon Group

"That's impossible!" Harold