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Henry walked into Sawyer’s home office, a file in his hand. He placed it on the desk in front of him and stepped back.
"It was indeed Miss Olivia who hired the men to run Miss Ellie down that night."
Sawyer let out a slow, exhausted breath, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.
“Why is she doing this?” he muttered. “What the hell is happening? She was always kind, always sweet. I don’t get it. What reason would she have to hurt Ellie?”
Henry hesitated before continuing, his expression tense. “Mr. Stark, there’s something else I discovered. It might be a coincidence, but…it’s highly suspicious.”
Sawyer straightened, his brows furrowing. “Go on.”
“The day Miss Olivia was burned in the fire, another girl, a friend of hers, was admitted to the hospital at the same time. She also had burn injuries, but more than that—she underwent plastic surgery. The same day as Miss Olivia. The injuries were sustained at the same time, in a similar fire incident.”
Sawyer’s frown deepened. “Which friend?”
Henry flipped through the file, pulled out a picture, and slid it across the table.
“Remember her, Mr. Stark? She used to constantly throw herself at you, even though she knew Miss Olivia was your fiancée. The same girl who had a massive crush on you.”
Sawyer stared at the photograph, a faint memory surfacing. Then, suddenly, another image flashed in his mind—him recoiling slightly when he noticed a small black birthmark on that girl’s neck.
And just a few days ago… hadn’t he seen the same, faintly faded mark on Olivia’s neck?
His heart pounded. His body tensed.
He shot to his feet, his mind racing.
"Could it be that Olivia isn’t Olivia? That she’s an imposter?" His voice was sharp, his eyes blazing as he turned to Henry.
Henry met his gaze with grave seriousness. "Mr. Stark, Miss Olivia hasn’t been the same in the last three years. We all thought it was psychological, but no one ever considered the possibility that she might not be Olivia at all. So yes, there’s a chance she isn’t who she claims to be."
Sawyer’s fists clenched.
"Get her DNA tested immediately," Sawyer ordered, his jaw tightening. "We need to find out where the real Olivia is."
The thought sent a wave of dread crashing over him. The Olivia he had loved—mischievous, kind, but never cruel—was she still out there? Had she been suffering all this time while he stood by, blind to the truth?
His jaw tightened. His chest ached with tension.
Had he unknowingly let something terrible happen to the real Olivia?
***
Ellie halted in front of the massive restaurant, her eyes widening at the sight of the luxurious entrance.
She had come in her usual casual clothes, thinking it was just a simple dinner. But now, standing before an extravagant five-star hotel, she realized she had completely miscalculated.
"My day just isn’t going to get any better, is it?" she thought with a sigh, forcing a smile onto her face.
Bracing herself, she straightened her shoulders, adjusted her smile, and walked up the grand staircase to enter the restaurant.
A waiter guided her to a table where Jeremy was already seated. Thankfully, he wasn’t in a suit, just his usual casual wear, which made her feel slightly less out of place.
"You’re here!" Jeremy greeted enthusiastically, pulling out her chair with one hand without bothering to stand up.
Ellie slid into her seat, whispering urgently, "You gave me a scare! Seeing this place from the outside, I thought I should’ve worn an evening gown or something."
Jeremy chuckled. "Miss Ellie, get updated. Casual is the new suit at fancy restaurants."