Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1309

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!"

Why drag this imposter into our company?

murmurs, and the partners, sensing a shift in the air, leaned in with

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

a yarn?" Sophie sneered. "This story sounds like it's barely holding

said, her voice steady. "I'm the adopted

she were

up, "You say you're the true heir to the Russell family, but where's your

something! We're not buying

and said, "The kidnappers had a stand-in for my parents, making them think I was back. But that stand-in was just a

that she

memories from before that. I wonder, can Ms. Sophie here recall anything from before she was seven or

were calm, as if she was certain Sophie wouldn't remember.