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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her room and turned on the computer. All she had to do now was purge the

with her chubby fingers flying over the keys as she typed out a long series of codes. The computer screen flashed

pop-ups appeared. "Hacking the bank system... Please key in the password... Decoding... Please key

"Decoding successful. Please key in the name of the cardholder," informed the

a name

computer declared via pop-up, "Decoding

with her accounts frozen by Nydia, she had no choice but 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

Nydia hadn't gone on the mission in Yulie's stead, Yulie would have

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 Nydia,

"She was lucky to survive this time, but she might not be so lucky the next time. Countless

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

as he said, "It's 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,

but it was broken suddenly by a

chime came from Rowan's phone. He glanced down at the screen, and his eyes widened in disbelief 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

long while before he finally looked up. He was still bewildered when he said, "A million dollars has been

million dollars, so what's the big-wait, did you just say a million dollars?