Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

Chapter 4

Much to Yvonne's surprise, she was wrong. Vincent, who stood at the door and had been about to leave, was stunned.

He looked up at Yolanda and trembled as he exclaimed, "No! She's absolutely right. What she said is true!"

Vincent hurried back into the study and stopped in front of the image of the painting. His lips quivered as he said, "This is only a replica. She's right about that. Who else in this world but Jess Harrington could create such astounding artwork? "It's a shame that she retired from the artistic world two years ago and only left behind three priceless art pieces. But... How did you come to know of the great Ms. Harrington?"

Yvonne was rendered speechless by this. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. Even Diana couldn't help looking at Yolanda in bewilderment. Yolanda gave Vincent a deadpan look before she turned toward the door. She opened it and disappeared around the corner as she answered, "Because I'm her."

The words echoed through the room. She said she was Jess Harrington!

Diana and the others scoffed at this. "You're out of your mind. I thought you brushed up on your knowledge after you were invited to the art exhibition, but you're just delusional! How dare you claim yourself to be a renowned artist?

"I'd be happy enough if you were half as brilliant as Yvonne and stopped with that delinquent nonsense that would land you in the juvenile detention center. But unfortunately, you've proven yourself to be nothing more than an embarrassment!"

It was true that Yolanda had not been half as brilliant as Yvonne in the past, but she was different now. If Yolanda chose to be her brilliant self, she would be peerless.

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computer. All she had to do now was purge the poison from her system, regain her strength, and return to the Hoffmans in

her keyboard with her chubby fingers flying over the keys as she typed

system... Please key

had been decoded. "Decoding successful. Please key in

typed a name that

second later, the computer declared via

to borrow money from her brother. Meanwhile, in a skyscraper in Cryebia, four young men in their 20s were lounging on a fancy couch. The one leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window wore a white blouse, and

wrapped around his phone as he scrolled through it. There was a playful smile tugging on his lips as he said coldly, "Isaac's right. If Nydia hadn't gone on the mission in Yulie's stead, Yulie would have died

to the site of the plane crash, Yulia's body had just been recovered from the ruins. After several tests and verifications done by the coroner, was confirmed that the victim had not been Yulia, but

young man in the suit leaning against the wall slowly looked up and added, "She was lucky to survive this time, but she might not be so lucky the next time. Countless people in this world are hoping she'd perish. "But... For some

have to agree with you, Caleb. She seemed different to me, too. But her looks and behavior are exactly like Yulia's. "Even her strength and her recollection of past details align with Yulia's experiences. You don't suppose you're traumatized by the false alarm,

just a feeling. I can't help but feel like I'd stake my life to protect her when I see her. Perhaps she's just imposing in a way that makes one grovel at her feet." Still, despite the identical traits she shared with Yulia, be it her voice, looks, lifestyle habits, capabilities, or memories,

it was broken suddenly

like he had just read something he couldn't comprehend. "What the hell? How is this even possible?" His surprised cry caused the other three to look at him

He was still bewildered when he said, "A million dollars

the big-wait, did you just say a million dollars? Caleb, are you