Too Late to Beg, Mr. Billionaire: Your Ex-Wife Has Moved On

Abyndale, 9 a.m. The air was already stuffy with heat.

A colleague at the funeral home pushed in a young girl's body. She was badly damaged, multiple parts torn up, with gaping holes revealing raw flesh. It was gruesome enough-until everyone realized something worse.

The corpse was mutilated beyond recognition.

"Victim: female, aged 23. Manner of death classified as homicide. Autopsy findings indicate perimortem torture. Estimated post-mortem interval exceeded 72 hours at scene discovery. Next of kin requested craniofacial and soft-tissue reconstruction."

"Victoria, as our lead reconstruction specialist, you're assigned to this case. PD demands craniofacial restoration within 48 hours-they specifically requested your expertise. Handle with extreme caution: high-profile victim, compromised remains.."

Hearing this, a woman in the corner stood up.

Her soft waves of dark hair brushed her shoulders. She wore a crisp white shirt and jeans-slim frame, maybe too slim, though it couldn't hide her sharp, elegant features.

A few senior staff nearby exchanged troubled looks. "That's impossible. Minimum three days to fix something like this."

Victoria Ellis looked at the disfigured corpse for a beat. "Give me a day."

Everyone turned to her, stunned. This girl thinks she can finish that mess in a day?

The supervisor seemed pleased, handing her a new assistant.

"This is Chloe, just joined. Help her out, okay? The reference photo will be sent over shortly."

Victoria gave a quick nod and said nothing else.

People here were used to her silence by now. She'd been with them nearly six months-amazing skills, but distant. Always kept to herself.

Chloe followed her, helping push the body into a small clean room lined with equipment.

Victoria changed into a lab coat, tied her hair into a low ponytail, and rolled up her sleeves, pale wrists and slender fingers showing. She slipped on white gloves and pressed her hand onto the corpse.

It was cold-frozen solid kind of cold. Made your skin crawl.

She stared at the body, lashes lowered, side profile calm but distant.

"First, clean out the body fluids and dirt."

She glanced at Chloe, who looked like she might puke. Pale, trembling.

"Use forceps. Stuff cotton into the nose to stop leakage."

Even though she was new, Victoria didn't coddle her. Straight instructions, no sugarcoating.

Chloe hesitated, surprised by the directness, but obeyed. Her hands shook a little, but she managed.

Despite being scared, she worked carefully. It went okay.

Victoria, being the best in the field, could recreate an entire face from just a single photo-even with parts missing.

But the moment that photo arrived, something cracked in her expressionless face.

It was a picture of a smiling girl.

That smile... those eyes... stabbed straight into her heart. Her hands trembled uncontrollably.

That was her sister. Gina Ellis-the richest man's long-lost heiress in Abyndale, reunited with her birth family only two years ago.

Now she was gone.

"Victoria, are you okay?" Chloe noticed her strange look and stepped closer.

Snapping out of it, Victoria's face turned cold again. "Focus on your