99 plastic surgeries, back as his fiancée's stepdad.

"Isabella Rossi, I gave you all our family property as a wedding gift. I'm not stupid. I love you and trust you, so I'm willing to give you everything I have. Why are you so cruel? Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"

I lay in the cold earth pit, roaring hysterically at my fiancée and future mother-in-law who were standing by and sneering at me.

If there is an afterlife, I would rather watch the mother and daughter starve to death on the street twenty years ago.

And I will never bring this devil mother and daughter home.

"Ethan Gallagher, don't worry. After you die, Gallagher Family Estate will be well taken care of by my mother and me. Hehehe..."

Isabella covered her mouth with her hands and giggled smugly.

Next second.

Her eyes turned cold and she ordered, "Bury it!"

The two men nearby took action immediately.

"I curse you and your daughter to die a miserable death. Even after you die, you will go to the eighteenth level of hell!"

I roared with all my might, but that only brought even more unscrupulous laughter from the mother and daughter.

In their eyes, I was already a corpse.

I tried desperately to break free from the ropes.

But until the earth completely buried me.

I also failed to break free.

Gradually.

I couldn't breathe and my consciousness gradually blurred until I lost consciousness completely.

"Hey, the eggs are burnt."

In a trance.

A voice interrupted my thoughts.

I looked up and saw Isabella, who was wearing a sexy nightgown, staring at me with her eyebrows slightly frowned.

Then look down again.

There was a sizzling sound in the pot and a faint smell of burning could be smelled.

"Ms. Rossi, I'm sorry. I'll fry you another one."

I apologized and turned off the fire.

While I was preparing a new omelette.

Isabella stood up and stretched, as she was not wearing any underwear.

Plus the almost semi-transparent silk pajamas.

This looming temptation is enough to make any man's blood boil.

This was exactly the same Isabella he had known before.

A beautiful face with natural charm.

Any normal man would basically fall into it.

That was what I was like back then.

"Fry it and send it to my room."

Isabella turned around and left the restaurant with a dissatisfied look on her face.

"OK."

I responded.

After Isabella left, I heated up the pan again and fried some eggs.

As for why Isabella didn't recognize me.

That story begins three years ago.

After Isabella and her daughter buried me alive, it rained heavily that night. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to survive as the pit was washed away by the rain.

Maybe he did something immoral.

Isabella and her daughter hired a lot of bodyguards. If I went to seek revenge alone, the end result would be either being buried alive again or being thrown into the river by them to feed the fish.

In order to get revenge, I had plastic surgery again and again.

In three years, I received thousands of cuts on my face.

She had ninety-nine plastic surgeries in total.

When I became a completely different person.

I just returned to Rivercrest City.

After the fried eggs were ready, I took them to Isabella's room. As soon as I entered the room, I happened to run into the young man who was brought home by Isabella to spend the night last night.

"Fuck, my clothes..."

The young man looked at the oil stains on his body and the fried egg that fell on the ground.

It was obvious that he didn't look at the road and hit me.

But he raised his hand angrily and slapped me in the face.

I can get out of the way.

But I didn't do that. Instead, I let him slap me in the face.

Bang!

"What's going on?"

Isabella's voice came from the bathroom.