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!"

this imposter into our company? Spill it,

the partners, sensing a shift

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.

a yarn?" Sophie sneered. "This story sounds

the woman said, her voice steady. "I'm the adopted daughter of the Lewis

as if she were laying down undeniable

the true heir to the Russell

You're up to something! We're not buying what you or

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

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

have memories from before that.

as if she was certain Sophie wouldn't remember.