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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 Silas. "I've successfully mimicked Silas' 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 Silas to clarify things for you. What I'm doing now is imitating Silas'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. She composed 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 Silas 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 Silas at all, not even remotely related.

wore makeup, could he look like

need to take a look at the person. Also, notify the reporters." The man's tone

for such a person involved no technical difficulty

the business world, but there were few with such an imposing

seem to be someone of importance yet dared to display such arrogance

someone else's, Karen

walked a few steps, then stopped. He turned and looked at Karen, who was standing at the door. "If you

with a cold attitude and tell him to just go inside. Still, in the

he was really capable, she could not afford to offend him. Her problem still needed to be

way." Karen closed the door behind

him to the bedroom where Silas was

was still being guarded by two men, Jeff and Windsor. When they saw Karen bring along a stranger, they were surprised. "Madam, it's late.

and pushed open the

and Windsor rubbed their noses when she did not respond. They dared

around and pointed in a

wrapped in bandages and plaster. While waiting for Karen earlier, he had specifically searched the internet

also listened to

beaten so badly. No

and let out a faint hum. "It's a good thing you didn't hit his face, or

Karen realized her fawning words were about to slip

a disguise," replied the man as he placed the suitcase he was

her attention had been solely on his face. She even wondered how someone

brought in a man and could not help but feel

she bring someone to get rid of

hand touched his face, Silas could not help but tremble in fear. He was afraid that that hand would land on his

hour. You're not allowed to come in during this time. You can contact the reporters. I'll definitely solve this problem

Karen could not believe it. Could it really be

trust me," replied the man. He

Karen.

closed

each other and could not help but ask Karen,

up downstairs. I'll have two reporters come over later." Karen