The Return Of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife (Joanna) novel Chapter 1243

"Marcus..." Miya felt a lump in her throat as tears flowed down her face.

Marcus had already stopped breathing.

However, he died with grievances. His eyes were still wide open, and his murky eyes were filled with unwillingness and resentment.

"Marcus, you can rest in peace! I... will definitely complete the mission you gave me."

After saying that, Miya reached out and gently closed Marcus's eyes.

A business tycoon who dominated half of Greyport yet ended up in such a miserable state.

Greyport Hospital.

A week later.

Bruce had already undergone many medical repairs, and the effect was even more immediate.

"Mr. Everett, you can take a look at the final results!"

Bruce took the mirror and looked at himself.

His reflection in the mirror had deep facial features and bright eyes. He was even more handsome than before his accident.

The only thing that dissatisfied him was that his skin was a little too tender and pale, making him look like a playboy.

"Well, isn't my skin too pale? It makes me look like a sissy." Bruce looked left and right, not very satisfied with his skin.

"Uh..." The plastic surgeons were tongue-tied, not knowing what to say.

Countless male celebrities had to get injections of hyaluronic acid and all kinds of medical cosmetic treatments for their skin care.

Bruce, on the other hand, was complaining that his skin was too good.

Bruce frowned. "Forget it. I would be tanned after a few days."

He didn't like being so pale and tender. He still hoped that his appearance would be rougher, which could make him full of hormones and more manly.

"Fine, it's not bad. Thank you for your hard work!"

When the doctors heard this, they finally heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you for your praise, Mr. Everett."

"Spread the message to the reporters that I'll be discharged tomorrow."

"Yes, Mr. Everett."

The next day.

Joanna personally came to the hospital to pick him up.

Although he was fine, he still pretended to be recovering from a serious illness. He sat weakly in the wheelchair with a thick blanket covering his body.

When the reporters received the news, they were already waiting at the entrance of the hospital.

Hundreds of security staff pulled up a long deterrent line to ensure the safety of the walkway.

"Look! Mr. Everett is coming out."