Chapter 564 Plastic Surgery
George's eyes narrowed as he strode towards the bathroom. He grabbed a towel, soaked it, and returned to Wanda, mercilessly wiping her face.
"Let's see the real you," he said coldly.
The makeup remover mixed with cold water quickly washed away Wanda's delicate makeup, revealing a bare face. George stared at her, his frown deepening. There were no traces of makeup or disguise; this was Wanda's real face. But strangely, it bore a resemblance to Emma.
"Plastic surgery?" George squinted, his fingers tracing Wanda's facial contours. "Did you deliberately make yourself look like Emma?"
A flicker of panic crossed Wanda's eyes, but she quickly regained her dazed expression. "George, you like this face, don't you? I was born for you."
George released her in disgust and pulled out his phone, dialing a number. "Get a plastic surgeon to the penthouse suite at the Empire View Hotel, ASAP."
In less than twenty minutes, a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses hurried in. He paused upon seeing Wanda tied to a chair but quickly regained his composure.
"Mr. Russell," the doctor greeted respectfully.
"Check her face," George ordered curtly. "I want to know what surgeries she's had."
The doctor put on gloves and meticulously examined Wanda's face. He lifted her eyelids, touched her nose and chin, and even checked her gums.
"Mr. Russell," the doctor concluded, "this lady has indeed undergone extensive plastic surgery. Double eyelid surgery, canthoplasty, rhinoplasty, chin augmentation, and facial contouring. Most notably..." The doctor hesitated, "these surgeries were done according to a specific template to make her resemble a particular person."
George's eyes turned icy. "Can you tell who?"
The doctor hesitated. "I would need a comparison photo to be sure."
George pulled up a photo of Emma on his phone and handed it to the doctor. The doctor glanced at it and nodded. "Yes, it's clear. She was made to look like this lady, at least seventy percent similar."
George waved the doctor away and dialed another number. "Check if Wanda has had any contact with Michael."
The sound of typing came from the other end, followed by a quick response. "Mr. Russell, we found that Wanda's first funds after returning came from a shell company under Michael's name. More suspiciously, her surgeries were done at a private hospital owned by Auris Group."
George's fingers tapped lightly on the table, his gaze growing sharper. "Keep digging. I want solid evidence."
He hung up and looked at Wanda. The drug seemed to be wearing off, and her eyes were clearing, filled with fear as she looked at him.
"Mr. Russell," she stammered, "your eyes?"
George sneered, deliberately pacing in front of her and quickly scanning the documents on the table. "Surprised? I was never blind."
Wanda's face turned pale. "Then why did you..."
"Why pretend to be blind?" George interrupted. "That's none of your concern. Now tell me, what did Michael send you here to do?"
Wanda bit her lip, her eyes darting. "I don't know what you're talking about."
George suddenly grabbed her chin, his grip so tight it seemed he might crush her bones. "Stop pretending! The surgery records, the financial transactions, all point to Michael!"
Wanda's eyes filled with tears from the pain, but she stubbornly shook her head. "I really don't know."
George released her and pulled a document from his suit pocket, throwing it in front of her. "Then how do you explain these photos?"
The photos showed Wanda meeting Michael at a private club. Wanda's face turned ashen.
"He wanted to keep me!" Wanda blurted out.
George sneered, his long fingers tapping the armrest of the chair. "Keep you?" He leaned in close, his gaze sharp as a knife. "Since when does Michael have a thing for surgically altered faces?"
Sweat beaded on Wanda's forehead, her eyes darting around. "He likes this face that looks like Emma's! He said it was more exciting."
George slammed his hand on the table, causing the glass to jump. He grabbed Wanda's neck, squeezing so hard she could barely breathe.
"Do you think I'm an idiot?" His voice was low and dangerous. "Michael would use a stand-in?"
Wanda's face turned purple as she struggled to breathe, her legs kicking desperately. Just as she was about to pass out, George let go, and she coughed violently, tears and snot running down her face.
George calmly took a leather tool kit from his suit pocket and spread it out on the table. Inside were various delicate metal tools, gleaming coldly under the light.
"Do you know what these are?" George picked up a long silver needle and waved it in front of Wanda. "These are ancient interrogation needles. When inserted in specific places, they cause unbearable pain without leaving a mark."
Wanda's eyes widened in terror, her body shrinking back. "No, please, I really don't know anything!"
George ignored her, deftly twirling the silver needle between his fingers. "This is your last chance. What did Michael send you here to do? What are you plotting?"
Wanda's gaze suddenly shifted past George, looking at something behind him with a glimmer of hope.
Meanwhile, in the hotel café downstairs, Phoenix was furiously tapping on her phone. Her fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, swiped quickly across the screen, sending photos of Wanda seducing George to Kieran.
"Bitch!" Phoenix muttered under her breath. "Think you can climb the social ladder with a surgically altered face?" She typed quickly: [Kieran, Wanda is at the Empire View Hotel seducing George. Something seems off.]
Less than ten seconds after sending the message, her phone vibrated. The caller ID showed an unknown number. Phoenix quickly answered, and a young, pleasant male voice with a hint of a lazy smile came through the earpiece.
"Sunny says thank you, Ms. Lewis."
Phoenix was taken aback. "Sunny?"
The sound of a large dog barking happily and Kieran's playful laughter came through the phone. "My golden retriever. He says your information is interesting." Kieran's voice suddenly turned dangerous. "Now, send me the exact room number."
Twenty minutes later, a black Mercedes quietly pulled up at the back entrance of the Empire View Hotel.
The car door opened, and the first to jump out was a majestic golden retriever. It wore a finely crafted leather collar with a small metal tag engraved with the name "Sunny."
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