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.

and taken overseas. I managed to escape, and my adoptive father took me

hire someone to spin a yarn?" Sophie

steady. "I'm the adopted

she

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

unfazed by the skepticism, walked up to Sophie and said, "The kidnappers had a stand-in for my parents, making them think I was back. But that stand-in was just a near

silently suggesting that

or eight, I was kidnapped," Claire continued. "A double wouldn't have memories from before that.

from before she was seven

as if

The room went silent.

"Ms. Sophie..."

side,

she truly couldn't