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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.

makeup, could he look like

a look at the person. Also, notify the reporters." The man's

he had received payment, working for such

countless people in the business world, but there were few with such an imposing presence

he did not seem to be someone of importance yet

acted according to her wishes. Now, having to comply with someone else's, Karen

turned and looked at Karen, who was standing at the door. "If

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

to offend him. Her problem still needed to

the way." Karen closed the door behind her and quickly walked up to the man,

the bedroom

and Windsor. When they saw Karen bring along a

and pushed

when she did not respond. They dared not

pointed in a direction

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

listened to the

beaten so badly. No wonder he screamed so

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

were about to slip out and immediately stopped herself.

the man as he placed the suitcase he was carrying

carrying. Throughout the journey, her attention had been solely on his face. She even wondered how someone who looked nothing

watched as Karen brought in a

to

know what was happening online. Thus, when the man's hand touched his face, Silas could not help but tremble in fear.

hour. You're not allowed to come in during this

believe it. Could it really be solved

can choose not to trust me," replied the man. He picked up his toolbox,

Karen.

closed the door

could not help but ask Karen, "Madam, who is he? Why is he

reporters come over later." Karen did not