Chapter 1351

Just then, a woman resembling Maeve stepped into the room, her black stiletto heels clicking against the floor. Everything about her was strikingly similar to Maeve. Her delicate brows, flawless skin, and even the way she smiled felt uncannily familiar. She was dressed impeccably in a sleek black pencil dress, cinched at the waist with a slim brown leather belt. Every gesture of hers radiated an effortless elegance. "Ms. Scott," she greeted, extending a hand toward Maeve, her smile an eerie reflection of Maeve's own. Maeve's stomach churned with unease. It felt like looking into a distorted mirror. Ignoring the offered hand, Maeve's sharp gaze shifted to Sergio. Her voice was icy and demanding. "Sergio, explain this." Sergio spared her a glance, his gaze indifferent. "The truth is right in front of you." "What truth? Don't think you can parade an imposter in here and insult Ms. Scott!" "That's right!" another chimed. "Why are you bringing an imposter here? You owe us an