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.

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

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

her voice steady. "I'm the adopted daughter of

if she were laying down undeniable

the Russell family, but where's your proof? Why should we just

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

silently suggesting that she

about seven or eight, I was kidnapped," Claire continued. "A double wouldn't have memories

anything from before she

were calm, as if she was

The room went silent.

"Ms. Sophie..."

side, stole a glance at

she truly couldn't recall anything from