Chapter 63

Chapter 63 A Drop of Filth
The proposal had actually been one of Scarlett’s carly drafts.
All Rebecca had done was copy it.
And it still passed the Lane family’s internal review.
The jealousy bubbling up inside her was getting harder to suppress.
But then she thought-
So what?
In the end, Scarlett had just handed her another win.
Scarlett would never be anything more than a stepping stone.
That thought alone made her reconsider her previous plan.
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But now…
Maybe it was better to wait until Scarlett had completely fallen from grace, then lock her away somewhere.
That way, she could drain Scarlett’s creativity dry.
And become the most celebrated genius in Trenwyn, maybe even in the entire country.
Just thinking about it made her forget all about her kidney disease.
Her lips curved into a slight smile. She turned to Connor with an admiring, starry–eyed expression.
“Connor, you’re incredible. If this deal really goes through, you’ll be the most powerful man in Trenwyn. Even the Robert family will have to show you respect.”
Connor was clearly pleased.
And since Rebecca had contributed to the win, yet chose not to take credit and gave all the praise to him, he found her even more thoughtful and sweet.
“You always think of others.”
“You haven’t eaten yet, right? How about I take you to your favorite restaurant?”
Rebecca shyly shook her head.
“No need. I’ll just order something.”
“That restaurant… wasn’t that where you and your ex had your first date? I don’t want to cause any misunderstandings.”
Connor looked at her with pity.
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“ You always think of others. Why don’t you ever think about yourself?”
“And anyway, there’s nothing between me and her anymore. Even if she gets jealous or overreacts, that her issue, not mine. ”
Rebecca’s eyes shimmered with what looked like tears. She seemed deeply touched.
“Really?”
Seeing how timid she looked, Connor felt even more protective.
The real heiress was cautious and considerate.
The fake one? Arrogant and loud.
The contrast couldn’t be clearer.
“Of course. Even if she showed up right now begging me to take her back, I wouldn’t give her a second chance.”
He immediately called to reserve a private room at the restaurant.
“Come on, won’t you at least have dinner with me?”
Rebecca looked like a kid who just got candy, practically bouncing with joy. “Okay! Let me change first and put these flowers down.”
She lowered her head and sniffed the bouquet.
“Connor, you’ve got great taste. These smell amazing–I really lo–ah!”
Just as she leaned in to smell the flowers, she spotted a tiny black bug.
She didn’t think much of it—until it lifted its tail with a click and squirted a pale yellow liquid right onto the inside of her wrist.
Startled and in pain, she cried out and flailed her arm. But the smell didn’t go away.
If anything, it made her look like she’d just been electrocuted.
The rotting–onion–meets–rotten–egg stench stabbed into her sinuses like a blunt knife. Her eyes turned red instantly, and tears streamed down uncontrollably.
Worse yet, the skin where it landed was burning like fire. She instinctively wiped it with her other hand- and smeared the stench onto her cheek and chin.
“Rebecca? What’s wrong?”
Connor saw her suddenly spazzing out and froze, startled.
He wanted to help but didn’t dare/touch her.
So he asked carefully.
“Rebecca, can you talk? What just happened? Were you working with chemicals or something? Did you get exposed? Should I call a doctor? ”
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Just then-
The bug on the flowers, having been startled, fluttered up and flew straight into Rebecca’s nose,
In a panic, she stumbled back, tripping over a low stool and crashing to the ground.
The lab hadn’t been cleaned.
There was still mouse droppings on the floor, along with leftover chemical residue.
Her white coat was now stained all over. Even her sterile lab cap had flown off, and her messy hair fell across
her chest.
She clawed her hair back, only to watch the offending insect buzz past her face, its tail still glistening with suspicious yellow goo.
That’s when it hit her–she’d wiped that disgusting bug’s “spray” all over her face. A glob still hung from the tip of her nose, pale yellow and glistening, like she’d been splashed with a faceful of milk.
Normally obsessed with appearances, she now reeked so bad the smell was unbearable.
Turns out, that thing was a stink bug.
She was choking on the stench, coughing on the floor, her fingernails caked in grime, her skirt blackened at the hem. She looked nothing like her usual fairy–like self.
Connor had originally stepped forward to help her.
But when he saw the state she was in, his hands froze mid–air.
In his mind-
She had always been clean, pure, like some ethereal goddess in a white gown from a TV drama.
But now, she was filthy, loud, and disheveled–worse than any street brawler from a soap opera.
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