Chapter 509 Brooklyn Scares Megan
Megan's eyes were locked on Brooklyn's face, unable to look away. It was a face too beautiful, flawless like a sculpture of white jade, serene like the still waters of a lake.
But...
This excessively beautiful face felt distant, unfamiliar, untouchable.
This wasn't how she used to look, not anymore.
Megan suddenly recoiled as if she'd seen a ghost, her back slamming into the couch, sending a sharp pain through her spine.
But the physical pain did nothing to alleviate the panic and fear in her heart. Her hands clenched into fists, her entire body trembling from the intense emotions.
Brooklyn inched closer, her face coming nearer and nearer, magnified several times by the proximity, every detail visible.
Megan gripped the fabric of the couch, desperately trying to tear off a piece, "You... you stay away! Stay away."
Brooklyn's breath brushed against her face, her smile like a thorny rose swaying in the wind. She grabbed Megan's hand, forcing her to touch her face. Her voice was calm and composed, her smile cold and distant. "Megan, do you like this face?"
Megan was terrified. Her beautiful face turned into a nightmare, her delicate features becoming a horrifying specter. She shook her head frantically, curling up on the couch. "Stay away, Brooklyn. Don't come near me!"
Brooklyn's smile was faint, her lips curling in a familiar yet strange way. "Megan, is this face beautiful?"
"Ah! Stay away! Brooklyn, get out! Get away!" Megan screamed, curling up on the couch as if the person approaching her was no longer Brooklyn but a monster ready to devour her. Her breathing was heavy, as if she was suffocating, "Go away! Go away!"
Brooklyn's left hand gripped hers, and she leaned in closer, her smile radiant. "Megan, this face was given to me by you all, remember?"
Megan's mind was flooded with memories, everything about her swirling in her head, making her shiver.
"No, I didn't do it, it has nothing to do with me! Don't come after me! Brooklyn, don't come after me!" Megan's hands flailed wildly, trying to dispel everything in front of her, but the more she struggled, the clearer the scene became, a nightmare returning.
Brooklyn's smile grew colder, revealing her perfect teeth. "Megan, don't you want such a beautiful face? If I gave you this face, what would happen? If you want it, I could push you off a cliff, give you a makeover, and make you the most beautiful woman. How about that?"
Megan's face was pale, bloodless, her entire body trembling in the corner of the couch, her legs curled up, eyes wide, "No... I don't want it, Brooklyn, let me go!"
Though she struggled, her strength was fading due to the overwhelming fear, leaving her limp on the couch, completely at Brooklyn's mercy.
"You're right, I didn't do anything, yet I got everything. I didn't do anything, yet I got AIDS. I didn't do anything, yet I got a face envied by many. I didn't do anything, yet I got a blood clot in my brain. I didn't do anything, yet I became my husband's deceased wife..."
She leaned in, her nose almost touching Megan's, her voice cold like a sharp icicle, freezing Megan in place.
"Megan, I didn't do anything, yet someone wants me dead, wants me to die without a trace..." She laughed, light as a butterfly's wing, gentle, "Megan, my fate is so good, don't you want it?"
Megan's blood seemed to freeze, staring blankly at Brooklyn, who spoke so fluently, her expression calm throughout.
She heard the sound of her heart being cut by a knife.
While Megan was in shock, the two men were silent.
Sebastian initially watched Brooklyn, unmoving, listening to Megan's taunts and insults, waiting for his wife's response. But he didn't expect Brooklyn's words to hit him so hard.
His heart trembled for her, almost stopping his breath.
Pain, spreading from the depths of his heart, enveloped him. She spoke lightly, but he felt the immense sadness behind each word. What was her mood when she personally experienced it?
James was silent too, unknowingly crushing several flowers in his hand, the petals falling to the ground unnoticed.
What kind of world did Brooklyn come from?
Unimaginable.
Megan's mouth trembled, her body shaking, about to collapse, "No, I don't want it, Brooklyn, I didn't do it, and you already sent her to prison, what more do you want?"
James's veins throbbed, his gaze coldly fixed on the slender figure.
Brooklyn smiled slightly, "I've been to hell, sending her to prison is nothing, right?" She drew out the last word, her usually elegant and calm voice suddenly becoming magnetic.
Megan swallowed, staring at her in horror, "Brooklyn, what do you want? What are you planning?"
Piper went to prison, and she almost spent the rest of her life there. This woman's heart was colder, harder, and more determined than she imagined.
Brooklyn pinched her chin, tilting it up, "What do you think I want? Megan, everything you have is thanks to you all. You treated me so well, shouldn't I give you something in return? You gave me this face, how about I give you a heart?"
She pointed her slender finger at Megan's heart, smiling like a lush forest.
"No! No!" Megan's dry throat could barely utter simple words, almost driven mad by fear.
Brooklyn chuckled, her laughter audible, "What are you afraid of? I'm a doctor, a heart specialist. Changing a heart doesn't hurt. What kind of heart do you think suits you? What heart should I give you?"
"No, I don't, Brooklyn, you, you go away, let me go! Let me go." Megan's face was paler than paper, like frost.
Brooklyn's hand still gripped hers, her faint camellia scent lingering in her nose, overpowering the smell of disinfectant, light, faint, yet terrifying.
That was Brooklyn's scent! Brooklyn's...
Brooklyn's fingers moved from her heart to her head, "Or maybe I should give you a new brain? Make you smarter, so you can learn to think before you act, not be so foolish as to not know right from wrong."
She tapped Megan's head rhythmically.
Megan's head felt like it exploded, "No, I won't, I won't, let me go, let me go." Megan's hands grabbed her wrist, trying to break free, but she couldn't muster any strength.
Brooklyn lightly flicked, releasing Megan's hand, "Megan, do you want what I have? My husband, my status, my reputation, the Turner Group shares I hold, do you want them?"
Megan pressed her lips tightly, shaking her head.
Brooklyn's face was close to Megan's, giving her no chance to escape, forcing her to watch every change in her expression.
Then she collapsed in defeat.
Brooklyn chuckled, her smile still lingering, "Since you don't want them, then tell me, Megan, why are you here today?"
Megan's brain had long stopped functioning, and she had no idea that Brooklyn would circle back to the starting point after such a long detour.
Her mind went blank, unable to find a single rebuttal.
Sebastian's cold eyes were now icy, unwilling to look at Megan any longer.
James thought this couldn't go on; Megan might be driven insane by Brooklyn, so he stepped forward.
"Mrs. Kingsley, could you show me some respect? Megan disturbed you today. I apologize on her behalf. Can I take her away now?"
James's forehead was already sweating, shocked by seeing this side of Brooklyn for the first time.
The energy this woman possessed was truly surprising.
Brooklyn released Megan's wrist, feeling that the extent was enough. "Mr. Rivera, your cousin seems to have a poor memory, forgetting what she did before. I was just helping her remember. Why are you so nervous?"
James swallowed, "Mrs. Kingsley, Megan made many mistakes before, and she won't do it again. You can rest assured."
Brooklyn looked down at the speechless Megan, "She won't dare? I don't believe it. But whether she dares or not, she's always welcome. After all, life without opponents is quite boring."
She smiled gently, "So Megan, hurry up and get smarter, don't always use those lowly tricks to embarrass yourself here."
James placed the flowers on the table, helping Megan up, "Mrs. Kingsley, Mr. Kingsley, I'm sorry for the trouble today, I'll personally apologize another day."
He helped Megan towards the door.
Brooklyn glanced at the flowers on the table, casually asking, "Who bought these flowers?"
James thought this might be a chance to secure a future for his cousin. "Megan picked them out for you. Don't you like them?"
James's smile was forced.
Brooklyn said, "Then please take them back, Mr. Rivera. Her gift is too precious, I'm afraid I can't afford to reciprocate."
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