[I have to say, Freya's tactics are brilliant. Using photos posted by bystanders to try and force Master Ninth's hand in marriage. She was so close to succeeding, but she underestimated him!]

[For a divorced woman, she's got some nerve trying to pressure Master Ninth. Where does she get the audacity?]

[People always strive for better things. It's understandable that she'd try to force a marriage to climb the social ladder, but she clearly overestimated her importance to Master Ninth.]

[The person above is right. A plaything should know its place! If Freya had just behaved like a proper plaything...]

[I bet Master Ninth doesn't even know Freya was divorced.]

[I think so too. If Master Ninth knew she was divorced, he never would have dated her, let alone gone public with it.]

[Freya is so manipulative!]

[Freya must be reeling right now. She calculated everything, but she never expected her divorce to be exposed, and she certainly didn't expect Master Ninth to be against marriage.]

[Every manipulative woman gets her karma.]

[.....]

Inside a certain sanatorium.

Raven sat in a chair by the floor-to-ceiling window, a smile of pure satisfaction on

her face as she read the comments.

Good.

Very good.

Excellent!

Finally, Caitlin was getting what she deserved.

Even she could only dream of becoming the matriarch of the Sylvester family.

What right did that little bitch Caitlin have to marry Gordon?

Did she really think she could hide her previous marriage from Gordon forever? How laughable!

Just wait.

The Twitter storm was only the beginning.

Gordon was about to break up with Caitlin any minute now.

Raven had grown up with Gordon.

She knew him too well.

Gordon had a cold personality and had been a germaphobe since he was a child.

How could a man who was obsessed with cleanliness and against marriage possibly tolerate having a divorced girlfriend?

After all, Gordon hadn't even given her, a pure and untouched woman, a second glance.

Now that Caitlin's divorce was public, Gordon would surely kick her to the curb.

At this thought, the satisfaction in Raven's eyes deepened.

Knock, knock, knock-

A knock came from the door.

Raven closed her laptop. "Come in."

A staff member from the sanatorium entered and said respectfully, "Miss, it's time to change your dressing."

"I know." Raven, with her back to the staff member, picked up a specially made mask from the table and put it on before following them out.

They arrived at the medical room.

The doctor was mixing a medication.

Raven sat down across from the doctor and removed her mask.

What was revealed to the air was a truly horrifying face.

Her left eyeball was gone. Because the idge Viper's venom was so potent and the bite had been severe, the toxins had accumulated in her face, turning her complexiona yellowish-brown and causing spots like snake scales to grow all over her skin.

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Even the doctor, who changed Raven's dressing every day, felt his scalp tingle at

the sight.

In all his years of practice, he had never encountered a patient like Raven.

The doctor took a deep breath and

picked up a special ointment. "Miss, after applying this ointment, it

be a bit painful will become itchy. You must not scratch it."

and later it light

"Okay," Raven nodded.

After the dressing was changed, Raven put her mask back on and asked, "Doctor, when can I take off the mask?"

She was desperate to return to her old life.

She wanted to live like a normal person.

The doctor glanced at Raven and said with a smile, "Miss, as soon as you can overcome your psychological barriers, you can take off the mask at any time."

"I mean, when will my face recover?" Raven pressed.

"Recovery takes time." The doctor paused. "I've already explained the effects of the Ridge Viper's venom to you. I will do my utmost to help with the restoration To achieve full recovery and successfully install a prosthetic eye, it will likely take another six months or so?"

Raven's injuries were complex. Since the incident, she had been using the best,

most expensive medicines and staying in the best sanatorium.

If Raven hadn't insured her face, an ordinary person could never have afforded such astronomical costs.

Six months?

Just six more months. Raven nodded, a new sense of hope rising within her. Once

the prosthetic eye was installed, she could walk in the sunlight like a normal person again.

Meanwhile.

Sylvester Group, top floor of the office building.

Gordon was at his desk, reviewing documents.

Bang-

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a figure strode in.