Chapter 208 She Was Faking it All Along

"No. That's not my wife," Tristan said, his voice firm and unwavering. He had only needed to glance at the figure on the screen to be certain. "Nova doesn't wear a ring on her right hand." He pointed to the screen, where the woman was briefly seen pushing her hair behind her ear. In that fleeting moment, a gold ring glinted on her finger. "They're trying to throw us off," Tristan continued, his tone cold. "It's a deliberate distraction. They've gotten someone to impersonate her." The woman in the video was partially obscured, her face hidden by her long hair. Only her clothing was visible, and without Tristan's keen eye, the police might have been fooled. "Could the Blair family be behind this?" one of the officers speculated. "I don't care who it is!" Tristan's voice cut through the room like a razor. "I want you to find her. Now." "Understood, Mr. Alastair!" … Meanwhile, Nova had no idea how long she had been trapped in that dark, oppressive room. The only light came from a f