Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 1102:

Breathing heavily, Alexander responded, “We can’t involve the police. I can’t allow Daniela, or anyone for that matter, to see me like this.”

Richard exploded with frustration. “Are we just going to let Cedric get away with this?”

Narrowing his eyes, Alexander said, “Cedric puts his heart into his love. The most devastating thing we could do is strip him of his greatest love. Dad, look after the business. I need to go abroad and get my face repaired.”noveldrama

That same night, Alexander departed for his surgery.

Upon seeing Alexander, the plastic surgeon exclaimed in horror, “Oh my God! What happened to your face? It’s completely damaged!”

His assistant looked over and said derisively, “It’s like you’ve been run over by a fleet of trucks.”

Stunned, Alexander asked, “Is it really that severe?”

The assistant thrust a mirror towards him aggressively.

Alexander had avoided mirrors until that point. Confronted with his reflection, he recoiled in shock.

“Good Lord! Who is this?” he exclaimed.

Frustrated, he shoved the mirror aside and demanded, “I want my old face back. Make sure it’s exactly as it was, without any changes.”

The plastic surgeon offered a comforting smile. “Rest assured, we’re experts in our field.”

Alexander proceeded to the examination room.

𝙉𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝗀ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝗰𝗼𝗺

The assistant asked the doctor nervously, “Can we really restore his face entirely?”

While slipping on his gloves, the doctor explained, “Restoring it completely is impossible. This is real human flesh we’re dealing with, not some moldable clay. Given the extent of the damage, we might manage to reconstruct about 20% of what he used to look like. Furthermore, he’ll require continuous treatments monthly to maintain even that. Ever seen Avatar? Picture him looking somewhat like those blue creatures.”

The assistant blurted out, “But you just reassured him of your professionalism!”

“Yes, I’m a professional, but miracles are a different matter. I’m doing all that’s possible.”

As he walked into the surgery room, Alexander pleaded, “Please, make me look as I did before. No matter what it costs, my appearance must be preserved.” The doctor nodded with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. Trust in my professionalism.”

The assistant stood by, feeling sorry for Alexander.

Daniela was immersed in her reports when the door abruptly swung open. The sight before her was jarring—a man drenched in blood, his once-refined suit now a chilling mess.

Daniela stiffened, her gaze locking onto Cedric, the dim office lights casting eerie shadows over his blood-streaked form.

Cedric said nothing, his silence stretching into something heavy, almost suffocating.

Unsettled, Daniela frowned. “What happened?” she asked.

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