The Heiress's Second Chance At Vengeance (Eliza) novel Chapter 362

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The Heiress’s Second Chance at Vengeance

Chapter 362 The Ugly Price of Desperation

Naomi forced herself into the van, jaw clenched.

The moment she got in, the thugs began groping her without hesitation.

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She was a lamb tossed to wolves. But she kept whispering to herself—Just endure it. Endure it. Once I get there. everything will be worth it.

But as the van veered off–course and one of the men started undoing his belt, panic thundered in her head.

“What are you doing?! Are you insane?! Do you know who I am? Nathaniel is my godfather! If you touch me, he won’t let you live!”

Her words fell on deaf ears. One of the thugs pulled out his phone and started filming.

“If you try to tell anyone, we’ll post this online first thing tomorrow.”

“You-!”

Rage twisted Naomi’s face. She looked to the driver for help, but he deliberately kept circling through downtown, giving the thugs more time.

They took turns violating her.

She didn’t know how long it lasted.

Eventually, the van pulled to a stop.

Naomi’s dress was torn to shreds. The men fastened their pants and climbed out, leaving her locked inside.

She banged her fists on the window, her voice hoarse.

“Let me out! Let me

out!”

This was downtown–packed, noisy, full of life, But no one noticed the girl locked in the van.

Naomi’s face paled in despair.

This was supposed to be my moment! My only chance! I can’t lose it now!

Outside the venue, Matteo had already arrived. A few of Nathaniel’s thugs approached and handed him a phone.

“It’s done.”

Matteo glanced at the footage and snorted. “A useless woman. To prevent her from talking, measures had to be taken.”

Naomi thought she could rise to the top?

Not a chance. Matteo wouldn’t let her have the chance to talk, let alone shine.

He had planned the message through that other woman,

full well Naomi’s vanity would hook her.

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Chapter 362 The Ugly Price of Desperation

To think she’d even sacrifice her face for a fantasy.

Pathetic.

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Inside the venue…

Eliza had already arrived.

The dress she wore today had been personally arranged by Halbert–a pale pink custom gown, elegant and noble. She looked like an untouchable swan–graceful, dignified, and impossible to defile.

The jewelry around her neck shimmered with weight and prestige, making it hard to even breathe.

To top it off, Halbert had instructed the makeup artist to use the complete MISS product line on her.

It couldn’t be more obvious: Halbert knew.

Eliza was now nearly certain–he knew she was MISS. And he was deliberately playing along.

“Ms. Sue, your name certainly precedes you.”

A warm voice cut through the hum of the room.

Eliza turned and saw the president of Leaf Corp and his wife approaching.

The president, Mr. Jimmy Leaf, looked to be nearing sixty. His wife, Madam Teresa, was only a few years younger. The two seemed genuinely affectionate, their faces kind and gentle.

“Good evening, Mr. Leaf, Madam Teresa,” Eliza greeted politely.

Halbert stepped in smoothly. “The Sue family has long worked with Leaf Corp. Calling him ‘Mr. Leaf‘ is too stiff–follow my lead, just call him Mr. Jimmy.”

Eliza nodded with a sweet smile. “Mr. Jimmy, it’s a pleasure.”

Mr. Jimmy beamed. “Such a lovely young lady. If only we had a daughter like you.”

Eliza smiled demurely, fully aware this was all polished social theater.

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