Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Sophie watched as a woman, who looked uncannily like her, sauntered into the room in black stilettos. She shared Sophie's delicate features, the same porcelain skin, and their smiles were eerily similar. Right now, she was rocking an elegant black pencil dress, with a

slim brown leather belt hugging her waist, every move she made radiating a kind of regal poise.

"Ms. Sophie," the woman said, reaching out with a hand and wearing a smile that was a mirror image of Sophie's.

Sophie wasn't having it. It felt like staring into her own reflection. Instead of shaking hands, she turned her icy gaze toward James and demanded, "James, care to explain?"

James barely glanced at her, his tone nonchalant, "The truth is staring you in the face."

"What truth? James, you can't just parade around a lookalike and think you can fool us!"

"Yeah! Why drag this imposter into our company? Spill it, now!"

The room buzzed with rising murmurs, and the partners, sensing a shift in the air, leaned in with curiosity.

truth is, I'm the real Sophie," the woman declared with a faint smile, her eyes sweeping the room. "I was kidnapped as a child and taken overseas. I managed to escape, and my adoptive father took me in. I've spent years searching for

to spin a yarn?" Sophie sneered. "This story

name is Claire now," the woman said, her voice steady. "I'm the adopted daughter

she

proof? Why should we just take your word, or James'?" "Exactly! You're up to something! We're not buying what you or James

kidnappers had a stand-in for my parents, making them

suggesting that she was the stand-in. Sophie's

Claire continued. "A

here recall anything from before she was seven or

as if

The room went silent.

"Ms. Sophie..."

her side,

crowd sensed she truly couldn't recall anything from those early