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Phoenix Rising: The Scarred Heiress's Revenge

Xiao Hong Mao

I lived as the "scarred ghost" of the Stephens penthouse, a wife kept in the shadows because my facial burns offended my billionaire husband's aesthetic. For years, I endured Kason's coldness and my family's abuse, a submissive puppet who believed she had nowhere else to go. The end came with a blue folder tossed onto my silk sheets. Kason's mistress was back, and he wanted me out by sunset, offering a five-million-dollar "silence fee" to go hide my face in the countryside. The betrayal cut deep when I discovered my father had already traded my divorce for a corporate bailout. My step-sister mocked my "trashy" appearance at a high-end boutique, while the sales staff treated me like a common thief. At home, my father threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving medicine unless I crawled back to Kason to beg for a better deal. I was the girl who took the blame for a fire she didn't start, the wife who worshipped a man who never looked her in the eye, and the daughter used as a human bargaining chip. I was supposed to be broken, penniless, and desperate. But the woman who stood up wasn't the weak Elease Finch anymore; she was Phoenix, a tactical predator with a $500 million secret. I signed the divorce papers without a single tear, walked past my stunned husband, and wiped the Finch family's bank accounts clean with a few taps on my phone. "Your money is dirty," I told Kason with a cold smile. "I prefer clean hands." The cage is open, the hunt has begun, and I'm starting with the people who thought a scar made me weak.

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It was an hour past midnight when Rachel Shen came out of the operating room.

At this time, the hospital was very quiet. Summer had brought upon an intense heat, and the entire city was hot as a stove. Despite that, there was a particular chill at the hospital.

Rachel Shen looked over to the brightly lit emergency department. There, a familiar face caught her attention.

A tall man carrying a woman in his arms was briskly walking towards her. Closely behind them, another man followed.

There were already a couple of nurses behind them. Rachel Shen calmly but hurriedly walked towards the group.

The man had obviously seen Rachel Shen. Although his face was calm, there was a hint of anxiety in his eyes. "Rachel, please come and see her," he said, his voice low and cold. "She got drunk, and now she had a high fever."

Jack Fu rarely spoke in a quick and slightly panicked way. But Rachel Shen was used to the situations like this, and she still kept cool. "Take them to Room 108," Rachel Shen told the nurse beside her.

Immediately, the nurse led Jack Fu to a room on the left.

Jack Fu looked up at the sign and strode over.

At this time, the man who was walking behind Jack Fu came up to Rachel Shen. "Well, there's something you don't see every day," he said in a joking tone.

Rachel Shen didn't say anything as she followed Jack Fu into the room.

When Michael Du saw how Rachel Shen ignored him, he followed her with a sigh. 'Jeez. They're all pretentious and boring. How can Jack be around women like this?' Michael Du thought to himself. He stared at Rachel Shen. Even when she was facing backwards, it was easy to tell that she was beautiful. Despite the fact that she was wearing a loose doctor's gown, her figure swayed with immense appeal.

There was no doubt that she was full of allure. Her features were perfect, and her eyes were as clear as spring water. However, her lack of spiritual energy made people feel that she was dull all over. 'That woman is truly a pity!' Michael Du thought regretfully.

Upon arriving at the ward, Rachel Shen saw Jack Fu putting the woman onto the bed.

Two nurses silently stood by. Both of them seemed to be waiting for Rachel to arrive.

Rachel knew that Jack always had an intimidating air around him. This day was no exception, even though he was a bit disheveled at the moment.

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