Chapter 310 High Maintenance Bunch
“She might actually be telling the truth.”
Jacob’s face creased with concern as he continued scrolling through his phone. “This technology for implanting chips in the brain has been around for quite some time,” he pondered. “however, due to the complexity of human brains and their difficulty to control, they had to start implanting them when she was very young.”
“They did it to me when I was seven,” he revealed.
Mandy turned to Damien with a sincere gaze. I know you’ve always been curious about the origins of my face.”
“I’ve told you before, it’s because of ‘S,” Mandy continued pleading, “I hope you can help me. You’re my only hope.”
Damien’s teacup-clutching hand tensed.
He closed his eyes. “No. I don’t want to see her!
If… If she had become the person Mandy described, there was no reason to see her again.
Damien couldn’t believe the woman he had once respected had changed drastically. His heart felt like a vice grip, squeezing tighter with each passing moment.
With a deep breath, he set down his teacup and met Mandy’s gaze. “Once we return to Adania, I’ll have Jacob and his medical team figure out how to remove the chip from your brain. As for the Wool family, you don’t have to go back, as it’s not safe to stay in Adania. either.”
“Alright,” Mandy replied, her lips pursed. After a brief pause, she spoke up again. “I have one more condition.”
Damien furrowed his brow. “What is it?”
Mandy gestured to her nearly flawless face. “I want to be myself again.”
“That might be quite challenging.”
Jacob stepped closer, gently lifting her chin for a closer look. “You’ve already undergone numerous surgeries. Another procedure, and you might end up looking like a stiff plastic doll.”
Mandy lowered her head without speaking.
“I could experiment with different makeup looks on you,” Jacob grinned. “just so you know, I’m not half bad at doing makeup for others. Your foundation looks good now, so you can rock any style, and I can help you pull it off.”
Jacob had many interests and hobbies; recently, cosmetics piqued his interest. The only thing missing was a willing model, and Mandy seemed to be the perfect fit.
“Alright, it’s getting late. Everyone should get some rest.”
Damien furrowed his brow, got to his feet, and headed upstairs. “Cherry, I’m heading to
bed.”
Before Cherise could respond, Damien had already gone upstairs.
She glanced at his retreating figure, full of contemplation. Still, Jacob held her back, saying, “Let him have some time to come to terms with the fact that his beloved sister has. become the antagonist in Mandy’s story.”
Cherise sighed and stayed in the living room.
Since it was well past midnight, Rodney, who had been outside chatting with the folks. from the Photography Association, returned as well.
“Oh boy! I’m dead tired, like super exhausted! I need some sleep now!”
With that, he strolled over to the sofa, hoisted Lucy up, and casually shot Cherise a glance. “Cherry, where’s the room for Lulu and me?”
Cherise quickly raised an eyebrow. “Your room is on the first floor, and Lulu’s is on the second floor.”
Rodney seemed slightly irritated, furrowing his brow and giving Cherise a swift once- over. “I took a look at the villa’s rooms. There’s one for Mandy, one for you and. your husband, one for your husband’s two buddies, which leaves just one more. Lulu and I can
make do with it.”
“Your husband and friends and Mandy seem a bit high-maintenance, so I guess it’s better not to squish into a room with the rest of us.”
