Chapter 4

Everything passed by so quickly that when Yvonne woke up again, she thought that she had woken up from a dream. She could still feel her skin burning as a painful whimper escaped her throat, like she was still trapped in the fiery inferno and her body was being consumed by the tongues of fire.

Then, the cold and gruff voice of a man bellowed from above her. "OUT!"

Her eyes sprang open, and she found herself in a state of undress, clinging to a man who had just had a bath!

With only a towel draped slackly around his waist, beads of water fresh from the bath still speckled the man's perfect, well-built barrel chest.

Yvonne peered up at the tall and imposing figure of the stranger. The angular yet handsome features of his face stood out, as if God's very hands had carved and shaped him Himself, like Michelangelo’s David, and the simple bath towel he was clothed in could barely contain his overwhelmingly impressive presence.

It took every effort for Yvonne to finally regain her senses and dislodge herself from the man, staggering a couple of steps backward in awe and shock.

Her foot landed on the ornately furnished oak floorboards, her heart leaping at finally being able to feel the sensation of stepping on solid ground.

"I can walk now?! Was I not paralyzed?! Mitchell had crippled both of my legs! For three years, I had been trapped in the cabin of his yacht!"

Yvonne could not believe what she was feeling, and seeing as well, for as she lowered her head, she saw the skin on her hands was as tender and smooth as the surface of a piece of jade—a far cry from the gnarly and papery-thin skin that was damaged by sulfuric acid!

What's more, she could move her arms and hands, the tendons in her wrist tendons were intact, and there were no burn marks from being scaled with sulfuric acid.

Her hands shot up to caress and feel her face.

Even through the thick film of powder, she could feel the silkiness of her skin. It was perfect; so smooth and supple that she wanted to cry!

The man seemed to notice Yvonne's strange reaction. He sneered coldly, although Yvonne found it oddly electrifying. "I don't find your 'accidental visit' here amusing, Noelle York!"

"Noelle York?! Is he referring to me?!" Waves and waves of shock washed over Yvonne as she reeled with confusion and disbelief.

Seeing that Yvonne was still stupefied and silent, the man grabbed her by the arm and tossed her into the bathroom, not forgetting to turn on the shower before he left.

The cold water from the shower slipped and coursed through her hair like an icy finger, cooling down the heat from Yvonne's anxiety and shock, allowing her mind to work with better clarity...

She looked up, her eyes settling on the young lady in the mirror.

Standing at about 168 centimeters tall, she peered more closely at her newfound features, which were mottled by the makeup that had been ruined by the water, causing her face to resemble a tipped-over palette tray.

Then she looked down at her slender and nimble frame, her soft white skin and flawless ivory-white arms, then back up to her face, finding no bruises or scars. Nothing.

Sans the ruined makeup, she would have only been a young lass barely 20 years of age. Her long flowed hair like a black waterfall around her shoulders, reaching down as smooth as silk.

She still couldn't quite believe it herself, as she covered her mouth and gave a suppressed yelp.

And the girl in the mirror did as she did. She raised her hand when Yvonne raised hers, and she spun around when Yvonne twirled like a ballerina.

Out of nowhere, she pinched herself hard on the arm and her skin blazed with a bright red patch as if in protest, and she felt the unmistakable pain.

As Yvonne finally realized what had happened, tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably!

"This is not a dream! I'm alive! Somehow, someway, I've been resurrected! I'm still alive, but in the body of a stranger!

"Is this heaven's answer to my pleas? Am I being given a second chance? A second chance for revenge?!"

The clean and fair face of a young maiden slowly surfaced amid the washes of the jets of water from the shower.

And with her new features, she finally recalled the memories of the original Noelle York, the owner of the body her soul now resided in.

Noelle York, a 20-year-old native of the capital of Svaneti now in her third year of university, majoring in AI, artificial intelligence—the most popular of all engineering faculties. Due to her exemplary exam scores, she had been granted an internship at MSRA Labs, Svaneti's most prestigious AI laboratory.

And the stranger just now was Damon Brown, the head of House Brown.

House Brown reigned as one, if not the best, of Svaneti's richest families. Hardly even 30, Damon Brown took over the reins as head of his family just a few years ago, and the strength and wealth of his family business, Olympus Enterprises, had repeatedly scaled new heights by leaps and bounds under his rule.

Furthermore, Damon Brown had been known to be ruthless and shrewd; the real power in the capital whose name and presence everyone feared and respected with equal measure!

But Yvonne knew why Noelle was here inside Damon Brown's bathroom. It was really an accident. Noelle York was so infatuated with Damon's nephew, Erick Brown, and she had come looking for him.

But while looking for Erick, Noelle had inadvertently bumped into Damon, who was then bathing!