Spoiled by Mr. Russell novel Chapter 1789

Hearing the words "fake your death" hit a sore spot. A stern look flashed across her face but quickly disappeared.

"Isn't this matter under your control?" She raised her eyelids and looked at the person before her. Bits and pieces of memories flashed through her mind uncontrollably.

In the years when she was studying abroad, things were not easy. The discrimination she faced ran deep. She wanted to make a name for herself but was never given a chance.

Her tutors also excluded her, denying her the opportunity to network with higher-ups. The laboratories abroad would always ostracize her.

At that moment, this man appeared.

She used to think it was all just a dream. Initially, he gave her the idea to carry out a social experiment, which was to sabotage Anastasia and make her fat and weak without her knowledge.

These were all ideas given to Rhea by the man before her. Then he disappeared into thin air as quickly and suddenly as he had appeared.

Sometimes, Rhea even doubted if it was just a dream and that such a person did not exist. She used to think it was just her subconscious mind.

If she could manipulate the human mind and body, it would be more powerful than any existing weapons, and science fiction would become a reality. It would be a piece of cake to rule over all humanity.

Even if she was not interested in taking over humanity, she was keen on developing such a drug. This concept coincided with her interest, so she agreed without hesitation. Since then, she had been working with this organization.

"How is that possible?" The man chuckled. "Did you forget that if the Fikes hadn't insisted that it was you and attracted the attention of the police, how can you fake your death? Rhea, you're too careless."

He shook his head and straightened up as he sipped his coffee.