Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Sophie watched as a woman, who looked uncannily like her, sauntered into the room in black stilettos. She shared Sophie's delicate features, the same porcelain skin, and their smiles were eerily similar. Right now, she was rocking an elegant black pencil dress, with a

slim brown leather belt hugging her waist, every move she made radiating a kind of regal poise.

"Ms. Sophie," the woman said, reaching out with a hand and wearing a smile that was a mirror image of Sophie's.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Sophie wasn't having it. It felt like staring into her own reflection. Instead of shaking hands, she turned her icy gaze toward James and demanded, "James, care to explain?"

James barely glanced at her, his tone nonchalant, "The truth is staring you in the face."

"What truth? James, you can't just parade around a lookalike and think you can fool us!"

"Yeah! Why drag this imposter into our company? Spill it, now!"

The room buzzed with rising murmurs, and the partners, sensing a shift in the air, leaned in with curiosity.

"The truth is, I'm the real Sophie," the woman declared with a faint smile, her eyes sweeping the room. "I was kidnapped as a child and taken overseas. I managed to escape, and my adoptive father took me in. I've spent years searching for my biological parents, and now... I've finally found them."

"James, did you hire someone to spin a yarn?" Sophie sneered. "This story sounds like it's barely holding together."

"My name is Claire now," the woman said, her voice steady. "I'm the adopted daughter of the Lewis family abroad. Check it out if you don't believe me."

Claire spoke as if she were laying down undeniable facts.

One of the shareholders stepped up, "You say you're the true heir to the Russell family, but where's your proof? Why should we just take your word, or James'?" "Exactly! You're up to something! We're not buying what you or James are selling!"

Claire, unfazed by the skepticism, walked up to Sophie and said, "The kidnappers had a stand-in for my parents, making them think I was back. But that stand-in was just a near lookalike..." en

Claire's eyes locked onto Sophie, silently suggesting that she was the stand-in. Sophie's face turned stony.

"When I was about seven or eight, I was kidnapped," Claire continued. "A double wouldn't have memories from before that. I wonder, can MS.

Sophie here recall anything from before she was seven or eight?"

Claire's words were calm, as if she was certain Sophie wouldn't remember.

The room went silent.

"Ms. Sophie..."

Even Tricia, standing by her side, stole a glance at Sophie.

Seeing Sophie's silent, icy expression, the crowd sensed she truly couldn't recall anything from those early years.

Still skeptical, Karter stepped

forward, So what? It's normal for kids to forget early childhood! How does that prove you're the rea

deal?"

Then, Claire slowly revealed a gemstone necklace, its clear blue sparkle catching the light.

When Sophie laid eyes on the necklace, a flicker of recognition crossed her face.