Chapter 7
"That's it?"
"That's it."
This was the whole story.
Eugene stared at me disapprovingly. "But you still haven't told me what you said to him! And how the hell are you still alive?!"
"Be patient. Let me answer your the second question first."
Why didn't I die?
How could I die?
After all, that day—the person Johnson watched being stripped naked, the one whose kidney was surgically removed, the one sent off to become a "rose"—was his own daughter.
Did they really think someone who ran a beauty clinic didn't know how to reshape a face?
All these years with Johnson, he assumed I only knew how to give injections and perform minor skin treatments.
But none of them realized my plastic surgery skills were top-tier.
That night, when I overheard Johnson's call with L, I knew the
