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The man on the other end of the line sensed the hesitation in her tone. He then spoke in his normal voice, no longer sounding like Silas. "I've successfully mimicked Silas' voice and tone from the previous interview videos. Now, the only thing left is the appearance.

"To solve this problem, we need to introduce a fake Silas to clarify things for you. What I'm doing now is imitating Silas's appearance."

"Imitate?" Karen was shocked!

She knew some people could imitate voices very well. They could even sing like famous singers.

However, she had not heard of anyone being able to mimic appearances...

Even with makeup skills, how close could others get before they discovered something was off? Those reporters were not stupid. How could they fall for it?

"I can only help you to settle it today. If you don't trust me, then there's nothing I can do. Find someone else." The person on the phone sounded impatient.

"Wait!" Karen realized that he was a capable person, unlike no one else she had encountered.

Although she was curious how Pierre got in touch with such a person, getting her problem solved was what mattered the most now.

"I'll take you there right away. I'll give you the address," said Karen.

"Okay. Text me,” replied the man. Then, he hung up.

Karen wasted no time. She composed the message, sent it, and then thought about informing someone to drive her.

However, considering her recent suspicions, she hesitated and decided to drive herself.

The hospital was crowded and noisy. After Karen gave Silas a beating, she called a doctor to treat his wounds. Instead of taking him to the hospital, she arranged for him to recover in a separate location.

She drove straight to Mallory Estate.

There was already a parked car at the entrance of Mallory Estate. Karen cautiously looked around her. She got out of the car when there was no one around.

As soon as she got out, the door of the parked car opened as well.

Karen saw a man. She examined him carefully under the streetlight. He did not resemble Silas at all, not even remotely related.

wore makeup, could he look

at the person. Also,

though he had received payment, working for such a person involved no

had seen countless people in the business world, but

of importance yet dared to

else's, Karen felt uncomfortable. Even so,

few steps, then stopped. He turned and looked at Karen, who was standing

with a cold attitude and tell him to just go inside. Still, in

really capable, she could not afford to offend him. Her problem still needed

inside. I'll lead the way." Karen closed the door behind her and quickly walked up to the man,

him to the bedroom where Silas was

Windsor. When they saw Karen bring along a stranger,

pushed open

when she did not respond. They dared not to

in a direction for

the bedside, glanced at the man wrapped in bandages and plaster. While waiting for Karen earlier, he had specifically searched the internet

also listened to

badly. No wonder

thing you didn't hit his face, or

to slip out and immediately stopped herself. "How will you

man as he placed the suitcase he was carrying on

attention had been solely on his face. She even

Karen brought in a man and could not help

someone to get rid of

hand touched his face, Silas could not help but tremble in fear. He was afraid that that

said to Karen, "I need half an hour.

Could it

the man. He picked up his toolbox, ready

you!" said Karen. She immediately retreated

man closed

each other and could not help but ask Karen, "Madam, who

Tidy up downstairs. I'll have two reporters come over later." Karen