The Rebirth of The Hidden Goddess

Eileen Bates felt her skin touch Niles Hawke's body, and it was as if she had suddenly pressed against a sheet of ice.

She couldn't help but let out a sigh, but then realized what was happening and quickly pushed Niles away, leaning against the wall to catch her breath.

Damn it, she had never endured such torment during her time as a top assassin!

Suddenly, she spotted a fruit knife on the coffee table. Eileen rushed over and pressed her hand against the blade, blood oozing out. The sharp pain brought her a moment of clarity.

Seeing Eileen resort to self-harm to stay awake, Niles furrowed his brow and took the knife away, lifting her up in his arms!

As Eileen enjoyed the feeling of being held by a man, she was also disgusted by her own lack of control. Gritting her teeth, she said, "If you dare to move me, I..."

With a splash, Niles unceremoniously tossed Eileen into a bathtub filled with cold water...

The icy shock enveloped her body, and Eileen barely managed to open her eyes.

Her delicate features were flushed, her damp hair clinging to her neck, and her pure white nightgown floated on the water's surface.

She gripped the edge of the tub, her fingertips turning pale, her eyelashes fluttering slightly. The blend of beauty and restraint was perfectly embodied in her.

Niles Hawke tugged at his tie and pulled out his phone, grumbling, "Imperial Hotel, room 2105. Get over here and open the door!"

Ten minutes later, the door swung open, and Lynx Black walked in wearing a white coat, chuckling as he teased, "Niles, what's going on today? A peach blossom banquet?"

Niles's expression darkened as he snapped, "Get over here! I need you to save someone!"

Lynx stepped into the bathroom and spotted Eileen Bates, who was already semi-conscious in the bathtub. He clicked his tongue. "This is pretty intense, isn't it?"

"Do you want to die?" Niles shot back, glaring at him.

Lynx immediately backed down, saying, "Get her out of there! How are we supposed to help her in the bathtub?" Niles bent down and lifted Eileen out, placing her in the bed. Lynx quickly checked her over and said, "We need to get her to the hospital. That wrist wound is too deep; she needs stitches."

The girl's wrist was white and swollen from being submerged in water, looking quite alarming.

After a moment of hesitation, Niles scooped her up in his arms and strode out of the room.

The hotel had already cleared out, and a black, armored Bentley was waiting at the entrance. Bodyguards lined up like statues, and as Niles climbed into the car with the girl in his arms, Lynx smirked behind them, "Looks like the peach blossoms have finally arrived, huh?"

Beside them, Zavier Harding nudged Lynx Black and asked, "Lynx, this is the first time I've seen the boss with a woman. Who's that in his arms...?"

Lynx adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and smiled, shaking his head. "Hard to say, hard to say..."

In the hospital, Lynx Black had taken care of Eileen Bates and returned to the dean's office, where Niles Hawke was seated on the couch, handling documents on his computer. He glanced up at Lynx and asked, "All set?"

"Yeah," Lynx nodded. "But the wound is pretty deep. It looks to me like a suicide attempt."

Niles furrowed his brow. The girl lying in the room, with her sharp gaze and cold expression, didn't seem like someone who would take her own life.

"Have someone keep an eye on her. I'm going to stay at my apartment for the night."

Lynx agreed, and he and Niles left the hospital.

Eileen Bates lay in bed, tossing and turning, her past replaying in her dreams.

"Ambush! Requesting mission abort!"

"Denied."

"The target has a sniper! Requesting air support!"

"Denied."

"Requesting retreat!"

"Rejected."

The deafening sound of gunfire, the chaotic cries for help, and the final screams mingled with the thick scent of blood flooded Eileen Bates's senses.

The dreamlike scene flipped, and Eileen found herself strapped to an electric chair, her body convulsing and drenched in sweat.

"Mission failed, yet you're the only one who walked away unscathed!"

"Traitor! You're the one who leaked the information!"

She gritted her teeth and retorted, "I got shot! How is that walking away unscathed?"

"I was out on a mission with Crow. How does that make me a traitor?"

"Eileen Bates, Crow is dead, and you're still alive."

That single sentence felt like a heavy weight on her shoulders; her survival was her original sin, a burden of guilt she had to bear.

The eyes of her former comrades pierced through her like poisoned arrows. In such a vast organization, not a single person believed her.

The next wave of electric shock hit her, and the insults kept pouring in. Eileen's eyes turned red with fury as she clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. Who was the traitor hiding in the shadows?

She would find that person! She would grind the traitor who had doomed her entire team to dust!

As the first light of dawn broke, Eileen rubbed her head and woke up, the life-threatening sensation gone, and the wound on her wrist neatly bandaged.

She stared at the empty IV stand beside her, blinking in confusion. This wasn't a dream; she had truly been reborn.

Just when she was at her lowest point, with nowhere to turn, she had been given a second chance at life under a new identity.

Eileen Bates climbed out of bed and splashed some water on her face. When she looked up into the mirror, even someone as seasoned as she was couldn't help but feel a wave of shock wash over her.

It was still her face, but a scar that resembled a centipede stretched from her cheek to her ear.

In the mercenary world, Eileen Bates was known as a stunning beauty. Even a man as discerning as Jarek Nathan would say that completing missions was a breeze for her; just her face could make men weak in the knees.

But now, the beautiful and powerful Eileen Bates had inexplicably died, only to be reborn in the body of a disfigured girl.

Memories flooded in like a tidal wave...

The original owner was named Eileen Stevens, the young lady of the Stevens family. Unfortunately, her mother had passed away early, her father remarried, and her stepmother had two daughters. Eileen's presence was so minimal that she was often bullied within the Stevens family.

Eileen Bates sighed. Her rebirth meant that the original girl, with her tragic background, was truly gone.

The painful memories flipped through her mind like a photo album: a childhood filled with ridicule, a beauty ruined, and dreams trampled underfoot...

One by one, everything she cherished was taken from her, including her life and the purity she nearly lost last night.

A dark current flickered in Eileen Bates's eyes as she raised her hand to gently touch the scar on her face. She whispered, "Don't worry, from today on, I am Eileen Stevens."

"Everything that belongs to you, I will take back one by one."

Her looks, her career, her wealth—she would reclaim it all.

Then she would return to K City with her head held high!

With no one watching outside, Eileen Stevens slipped on the man's oversized suit jacket and stepped out, hailing a cab back to the Stevens family estate.

Though Eileen Stevens appeared meek and submissive, her late mother had left her with an engagement that bound her to the young master of the Cooper family.

Eileen Stevens had grown up alongside Caelan, her heart and mind filled with thoughts of him. She even endured countless stares and ruined her own appearance for his sake!

Unfortunately, Caelan didn't return her feelings; he was in love with Eileen Stevens's younger sister—Myrtle Stevens.

Myrtle Stevens, who seemed harmless on the surface, secretly devised a wicked plan to force Eileen Stevens to break off the engagement by ruining her reputation, ensuring she would have no face left to marry anyone.

This time, it was because Eileen Stevens felt utterly trapped. Years of pent-up grievances finally erupted, leading her to the desperate decision to attempt suicide.

Eileen stepped out of the car, her gaze fixed on the modestly sized villa before her, a cold glint in her eyes.

Very well, you all owe Eileen Stevens, and I will make sure to reclaim every bit of it!