I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me from behind, but whenever I turned
around, there was nothing there.
As I got into the car, Michael’s assistant whispered something in his ear. “These are all of Stephany
Larson’s documents.”
I was aware that Michael was probing into my background.
While he suspected me of being Stephanie Carlson, it was merely conjecture.
Michael was arrogant. Instead of owning up to his part in Stephanie’s death, he sought out a look–
alike to bolster his ego.
“Stephany was quite submissive before, but now she’s be much stronger. I wonder if it’s
because she married into the Lincoln family and gained support,” Michael’s assistant murmured.
Michael silently stared at me as I departed.
“Sir, please bring me to Huma Hospital,” I directed the driver.
I had arranged to meet Rachel at the hospital entrance.
Upon arrival, she was already waiting for me.
“Apologies for the dy,” I said with a smile.
“You’re still not quite convincing. Stephie wouldn’t address me so formally,” Rachel remarked coldly
as she led me into the ward. “She’d just say-”
“Sorry for beingte. Let me treat you to a buffet,” Rachel and I echoed simultaneously.
Rachel paused for a moment, looking at me with aplex expression. I just smiled and said
nothing.
“Even if you try to mimic her, you’re nothing but a poor imitation,” Rachel sneered.
Yasmin was currently under heavy police surveince, so I was escorted to her.
While I wasn’t sure of her intentions for wanting to see me, I was certain it wasn’t for anything
positive.
“Stephany.” Yasmin was sitting on the hospital bed while wearing a patient’s gown. She looked as
pale as a fragile porcin doll.
Thest time I encountered her at the hospital, she used me of pushing her down the stairs.
It felt ironic how everything had changed.
“What do you want from me?” I asked firmly.
Yasmin nced at Rachel and fell silent.
Rachel nodded. “I’ll give you two some privacy.”
Puzzled, I wondered why Yasmin wanted everyone out of the room.
Once the ward was empty, Yasmin frantically said, “I’ve done everything you asked. You asked me
to lure Stephanie Carlson out that day, and I did. What should I do now that Michael already knows
everything?”
My expression darkened as I looked at Yasmin warily.
Was she trying to frame me?
“Are you attempting to pin the me for Stephanie’s death on me? I won’t fall for this dirty trick,” I
warned Yasmin. “I thought you had more guts than to y these framing games with
me.”
Yasmin frowned, surprised by my words. “What do you mean? Are you saying you have nothing to
do with all this?”
She then eximed, “You’re the one who told me to lure Stephanie out and demanded updates. on
her. And you even asked for recordings of her conversations. Haven’t you been pretending to be
Stephanie all along? Have you started to believe you’re her after imitating her for so long?”
I looked at Yasmin skeptically, trying to discern if there was any connection between Stephany
and Yasmin.
“I told you everything Stephanie did, recorded it all, and sent it to you. You promised to get rid of
Stephanie, and I have proof. Are you going to deny it now?”
Yasmin shook her phone. “If Michael causes trouble for me, I won’t let you off. I’ll tell the police
you’re behind it all.”
I stood rooted to the spot, feeling a sense of panic creeping in.
It was shocking to learn that Stephany had been attempting to imitate me all this time, and I began
to wonder why she would do that.
If Yasmin’s words were true and she had evidence implicating me in these crimes, then I would be
in serious trouble.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You seem to be delusional. I don’t know you at all,” I said,
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