Chapter 542

"Impersonate?" A mocking smile flickered across Daniel's face. "It's Anthea who's been pretending to be Rebecca all along! Rebecca's simply too kind to hold it against her."

Hector could barely stop himself from slapping some sense into Daniel right then and there.

He was infuriating-so stubborn, so convinced he was the smartest person in the room, even with the truth right in front of him.

One of these days, he'd end up tangled in his own web.

"Here. This is a video of my idol racing yesterday. See for yourself who was behind the wheel last time. You want to accuse my idol of impersonating Rebecca? You've got some nerve!"

Hector tossed a flash drive at Daniel, then slid into the car as the driver started the engine.

Daniel retrieved the flash drive from the pavement and climbed into his own car, plugging it in.

Sure enough, it was a racing video-shot from above by a drone. The driver was clearly Anthea.

But so what? Did a single racing video prove Anthea hadn't been impersonating Rebecca?

and now she was up to her old tricks

She had no conscience.

talented? She still couldn't hold a candle

slammed

...

from carbon monoxide

for the person she now was. Now that she was

black from head to toe

fallen apart; the old friends who

Rebecca was there, kneeling alone by the casket, sobbing

bowed deeply, and placed a white

a glimpse of Sandra's face through the glass, frowning slightly. Despite the undertaker's best efforts with

turning bluish or black as the body is starved of oxygen. But even so, ther

of an old friend from her previous life-a girl who'd suffered from severe depression. She too, had died from carbon monoxide poisoning, but it was suicide: she'd taken three sleeping pills first, hoping to

overdose of sleeping pills can change the way the skin looks compared to ordinary

pills before she died? Maybe

in the middle of the day? If it had happened at night, maybe

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