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 Ss. "I''ve sessfully mimicked Ss'' 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 Ss to rify things for you. What I''m doing now is
imitating Ss''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. Sheposed 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 Ss 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 Ss at all,
not even remotely rted.
Even if he wore makeup, could he look like Ss?
"Open the door. I just need to take a look at the person. Also, notify the reporters." The man''s tone
remained impatient.
Even though he had received payment, working for such a person involved no technical difficulty at all.
"Ah, okay." Karen had seen countless people in the business world, but there were few with such an
imposing presence like this man.
It was mainly because he did not seem to be someone of importance yet dared to disy such
arrogance in front of her...
Previously, people always acted ording to her wishes. Now, having toply with someone else''s,
Karen felt ufortable. Even so, she did as instructed and opened the door for him.
The man walked a few steps, then stopped. He turned and looked at Karen, who was standing at the
door. "If you don''t show me the way, how can I find him?"
Karen really wanted to speak to him with a cold attitude and tell him to just go inside. Still, in the end,
she dared not to do so.
If he was really capable, she could not afford to offend him. Her problem still needed to be solved...
"He''s inside. I''ll lead the way." Karen closed the door behind her and quickly walked up to the man,
guiding him.
She led him to the bedroom where Ss was being held.
Ss was still being guarded by two men, Jeff and Windsor. When they saw Karen bring along a
stranger, they were surprised. "Madam, it''ste. Why are you here?"
Karen ignored them and pushed open the bedroom door.
Jeff and Windsor rubbed their noses when she did not respond. They dared not to approach her and
instead remained at the door.
"Here." Karen turned around and pointed in a direction for the man behind her.
The man walked to the bedside, nced at the man wrapped in bandages and ster. While waiting
for Karen earlier, he had specifically searched the inte for this incident.
He also listened to the recording.
Ss got beaten so badly. No wonder he screamed so painfully.
The man nced at Ss'' face and let out a faint hum. "It''s a good thing you didn''t hit his face, or else I
wouldn''t have been able to help you."
"Right..." Karen realized her fawning words were about to slip out and immediately stopped herself.
"How will you help me?"
"With a disguise," replied the man as he ced the suitcase he was carrying on a chair.
Only now did Karen notice the suitcase he was carrying. Throughout the journey, her attention had
been solely on his face. She even wondered how someone who looked nothing like Ss could
possibly solve such a problem.
On the bed, Ss watched as Karen brought in a man and could not help but feel a shock.
Did she bring someone to get rid of him?
He did not know what was happening online. Thus, when the man''s hand touched his face, Ss could
not help but tremble in fear. He was afraid that that hand wouldnd on his neck the next second.
However, the man did not do that. After briefly touching Ss'' facial contours, he said to Karen, "I need
half an hour. You''re not allowed toe in during this time. You can contact the reporters. I''ll definitely
solve this problem for you."
"Really?" Karen could not believe it. Could it really be solved in half an hour?
"You can choose not to trust me," replied the man. He picked up his toolbox, ready to leave.
"I trust you!" said Karen. She immediately retreated outside.
The man closed the door expressionlessly.
Outside the door, Jeff and Windsor looked at each other and could not help but ask Karen, "Madam,
who is he? Why is he acting so arrogantly?"
"You wouldn''t understand. Tidy up downstairs. I''ll have two reporterse overter." Karen did not
know how to answer, so she simply did not.
In the bedroom, Ss watched as the man approached and asked with difficulty, "Are you here to kill
me?"
His voice was very weak due to the pain.
"I don''t kill anyone," replied the man with a cold voice. He sat down, nced at Ss, set up the mirror,
then took out his tools and began working.
Ss widened his eyes, trying to figure out the situation.
Was this man doing makeup in front of the mirror?
Still, why would he do makeup here?
Ss could not understand. He wanted to ask, but he did not have the strength to speak, so he had to
give up.
Half an hourter, Ss looked at the man and trembled uncontrobly.
This man did not just do his makeup but also changed his appearance. Now, it was as though Ss
was looking at himself in the mirror...
This man had transformed into Ss himself.
Was makeup artistry really this magical?
Ss could notprehend it. His body trembled involuntarily.
It was too scary!
Someone with such skills was too scary!
"How is it? Do I look like you?" the man suddenly asked.
Ss'' eyes widened even further. The man''s voice and tone were exactly like his own!
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He was dumbfounded for a moment.
The man''s current appearance was beyond his expectations. "Why... did you learn to imitate me?"
"To help that woman outside solve her problem," the man continued to speak in Ss'' voice.
"She asked you to imitate me and get rid of me?" Ss bit his lip, struggling to say those words.