The Heiress's Second Chance At Vengeance (Eliza) novel Chapter 590

Chapter 590 The Truth Behind the Sweet Soup

“Soren: 8503”

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Eliza ran the number through her mind, trying to picture the map of the fifth floor. Her own

not far at all.

room was 8514

She quickly sent back a reply: “I’ll come find you. It shouldn’t take long.”

Setting the bowl of sweet soup on her tray, she left her room again.

If another staff member appeared behind her now, it would prove there were hidden cameras in the corridor.

But after weaving through turn after turn, she soon reached Room 8503 without anyone stopping her.

No staff this time. It seemed the earlier encounter had only been chance – she had simply crossed paths with someone bringing things upstairs.

There were no cameras on this floor. That thought let her breathe a little easier.

She knocked. Within moments, Soren opened the door. “What a coincidence. You’re here too.”

“Yes, what a coincidence.”

Her eyes dropped to the bandages on his arm.

Soren gestured her inside.

The moment she stepped through the door, a sharp scent of disinfectant hit her.

Soren’s arm was wrapped tight in gauze. She frowned. “Is it serious?”

“It’ll heal quickly enough.”

He brushed it off as nothing.

“This place has no cameras, no bugs. I already checked with my own devices. You can relax.”

Only then did Eliza let out the breath she’d been holding.

“Nolan and I were worried about you, so I had to come check.”

At Nolan’s name, Soren’s expression cooled. He didn’t care to hear it.

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Chapter 590 The Truth Behind the Sweet Soup

“Have you discovered anything in your day here?”

“My surgery hasn’t started yet, but it should be today.”

Noticing the bowl in her hands, Soren asked, “What’s that?”

“The staff brought it for me. Said it was good for the skin. Did they give you any?”

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He shook his head. Everything he had eaten so far had been routine, exactly as prescribed. Nothing unusual. Aside from the unsettling design of the fifth floor, the place appeared like a legitimate beauty clinic.

“I thought it was odd, so I brought it to show you.”

Soren lifted the lid. At once, a strange odor rose up, sharp and smothered with heavy spices that barely concealed it.

“Placenta.”

“What?”

“Human placenta.”

The words turned Eliza’s stomach. She gagged, nausea clawing at her throat.

“Human… placenta?”

“This really does have restorative effects. Many wealthy women consume it. This one’s fresh, which explains the strong scent. A lot of celebrities use it to keep their skin pale and supple.”

Eliza shoved the bowl onto the table, repulsed. She would never touch it.

Seeing her recoil, Soren calmly covered the lid again. “It’s powerful, but if you don’t like it, away.”

Eliza hadn’t expected even a simple bowl of soup here to be so grotesque.

“And how are they planning to treat you?”

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“If I’m right, there’s a massive black–market operation behind this. I heard mention of a donor registry. That means there’s effectively a human slaughterhouse feeding it they select the best matches and cut their skin for grafts.”

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The image made Eliza’s blood run cold. She opened her mouth to speak, but Soren continued.

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