Chapter 1590: Perfect Disguise

Three days passed. Jack, his expression icy, questioned his assistant, Kevin. "Is there still no update from Roxanne?"

Kevin nodded apprehensively, sensing his displeasure. Jack's face darkened further. Roxanne had claimed to meet him; the research institute's medicinal herbs should be depleted by now. Her continued silence was unsettling.

He sought clarification. "What's the situation at their research institute?"

"The factory has ceased operation and demanded significant compensation. Production of the new medicine is completely halted," Kevin replied.

"How long has this been going on?"

"Three days," Kevin answered after a moment's thought.

Three days. Jack tapped his desk, a pensive look on his face. Had Roxanne been truthful? Had they found another supplier?

He reviewed all reputable suppliers, but none matched Damaris Group's quality. He turned to Kevin. "Do you think they've found a replacement for Damaris Group?"

Kevin shook his head instantly. "Impossible, unless they look overseas. To my knowledge, no local company offers comparable quality."

His answer mirrored Jack's own thoughts. "Then why are they so unconcerned? Or did Roxanne secure a foreign supplier with the Farwell family's help? That's unlikely too. Over a hundred herbs are needed. Even with a new supplier, some are exclusive to Damaris Group—Roxanne's only viable partner!"

A confident smile gradually replaced Jack's tense expression.

In a dilapidated Hawen dwelling, Aubree carefully removed the bandages from her face. A mirror sat before her. She hesitated long before opening her eyes. The man who'd arranged her departure had promised to alter her appearance, but she hadn't anticipated its swiftness. Almost immediately after landing, she'd undergone plastic surgery. Opening her eyes, she would see a completely transformed face.

"I have to endure this because of that bitch, Roxanne!" she seethed, hatred consuming her.

Finally, she opened her eyes, recoiling at her reflection. Her features now resembled a despised internet influencer. She wasn't ugly, but her appearance was unremarkable; no one would recognize Aubree Pearson. It was the perfect disguise.

She touched her face, striving to accept her new appearance. With this face, she could return to Horington and exact her revenge.

Lost in bitterness, a knock interrupted her. "Ms. Pearson, are you there?" a man's voice called.

Aubree ignored him. The knocking intensified. "My boss sent me to deliver something. Open the door!"