The clinic was shut down.
Official notices were plastered across the building, and the entire Mantuis cosmetic medicine industry was thrown into chaos.
Three days later, I was lying on the leather couch in my penthouse apartment when my private phone started vibrating nonstop.
Thousands upon thousands of unread messages had piled up. Every one of them was filled with insults.
A: [Bloodsucking billionaire. Go to hell.]
B: [You stole someone else's life work.]
C: [So money lets you do whatever you want now? Justice is coming for you.]
I opened t****k. The top trending livestream appeared immediately.
Eve was broadcasting live.
She had carefully chosen her setting—a dark, damp basement.
She wore an old sweater covered in lint.
Heavy makeup made her look exhausted and bruised.
Her
