Slowly, Baste stood up from the wheelchair.
Clara gasped.
“Y-you can stand?”
“There’s a lot I can do, Clara,” he said with a smile.
He turned to the mirror, reached behind his neck, and peeled away a thin strip of silicone.
Clara’s eyes widened.
Slowly, Baste began removing his disguise.
He took off the prosthetic mask that made his face look scarred and swollen.
He removed the 50-kilogram fat suit wrapped around his body.
He pulled off the bald wig.
Within minutes, the “Billionaire Pig” was gone.
Standing before Clara was a man in his early thirties — tall, muscular, sharp-featured, and breathtakingly handsome.
Sebastian Montemayor.
His true self.
Clara collapsed onto the bed in shock.
“W-who are you?”
Sebastian knelt before her and held her hands.
“It’s still me, Clara. Baste,” he said gently.
