The Darling of the Paranoid Tycoon

Chapter 54 The Mysterious Scar

Harriet stood before the mirror, struggling to slip her frame into the beautiful dress.

As she gazed at her reflection, her eyes suddenly fixated on a certain spot.

There, just three inches below her shoulder, an inexplicable crescent- shaped scar caught her attention. It emitted a faint white glow under the light.

It didn’t appear to be a recent injury, nor did it seem accidental.

She was certain she had never had a scar there before.

Puzzled, Harriet furrowed her brow. Unable to comprehend it, shel decided to revisit the matter after attending the banquet. After managing to finally squeeze herself into the dress, she discovered with dismay that the zipper at the back refused to budge Delbert approached the cloakroom and peeked inside, finding Harrie puffing out her cheeks.

She strained to reach the zipper on her back, only to find it beyond her

grasp.

Amused by her frustrated look, Delbert smiled and pushed the door

open.

Harriet heard the sound and thought it was Opal.

“Opal, | can’t reach the zipper. Can you help me?” she said sweetly.

Her tone was undeniably adorable, yet to her surprise, the person who

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Suspicion flickered in Harriet’s bright eyes.

Before she could dwell on it, a large palm covered her back, causing

her to flinch.

‘Delbert?’ Her heart skipped a beat.

When she raised her eyes, she found his handsome face reflected in

the mirror.

His frame towered behind her like a statue, and his features were sculpted.

“Why are you here, Delbert?”

Harriet’s astonishment and confusion were evident as she attempted to turn around, only to be gently restrained by Delbert. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear with a seductive voice, as

enchanting as the most beautiful and pure piano melody in the world, “Be still. | will help you with the zipper, and then we'll go to Grandpa's house. We shouldn’t keep them waiting.”

“Um.”

Harriet nodded blankly, her ears turning crimson and her cheeks flushing with heat.

Subsequently, Delbert’s hands moved up her back as he pulled the zipper.

Harriet dared not move and could only gaze blankly at Delbert’s reflection in the mirror, feeling herself lost in his obsidian eyes. However, midway through, Delbert’s expression changed, causing Harriet’s heart to tremble.

‘What's going on?’ She wondered.

His gaze was fixed on her fair back, his expression inscrutable.

He distinctly remembered the scar he had seen from the previous night.

‘Why did it suddenly disappear?’ He thought.