Miranda Lewis originally thought Baron Lawrence was going to compare her to an Impostor, which had already left her seeing stars.
She never expected that this man would show no rcy, not sparing her any face whatsoever, "You’re just a flea on the hair of the ugly woman who wants to imitate a beauty. Day and night, you prance around, arrogantly thinking you resemble Enna Clark."
A flea?!
A loud slap was heard.
Miranda’s already pale face turned crimson with the slap, red mixed with a bluish bruise.
In his eyes, she was even less than an Impostor, just a ridiculous bug on a woman’s hair?
Miranda couldn’t accept this comparison at all. Her face showed disbelief, she could hardly believe her ears.
Impossible.
This must be a hallucination.
How could President Lawrence say this about her?
She had looked in the mirror, she now looked very much like Enna. Her speech tone, her behavior, she imitated Enna. Even her smile was like Enna’s.
At the Costic Surgery Hospital, everyone told her her surgery was very successful, very natural.
She clearly now looked sixty percent like Enna, couldn’t he see it?
Since he found Enna Clark beautiful, then in his eyes, she should also be considered quite beautiful!
"Impossible... impossible..." Miranda muttered the sa phrase repeatedly, feeling provoked.
She needed to convince herself.
Baron Lawrence let out a cold laugh, his hawk-like eyes swirling with a storm, "In my eyes, she is the most unique existence! All other won are hideous! And you are no exception!"
"But I clearly look a lot like Enna!" Miranda couldn’t take it anymore, she couldn’t help but retort.
If he thought Enna Clark was beautiful, and she looked so much like Enna, why did he call her hideous? Could it be because she wasn’t enough like Enna?
Miranda’s mind was a chaotic ss, she almost forgot about the drug in the coffee, forgot her purpose for stopping this man.
Her entire understanding had been shaken.
She had gone through plastic surgery, desperately mimicked Enna Clark’s every move, just to attract this man’s attention. Yet, he told her Enna Clark was one of a kind! In his eyes, she was just a hideous creature, and her appearance didn’t make her any different from other won to him.
Since he didn’t see her any differently, why did he keep her around, even going as far as arranging a Presidential Suite for her at the hotel?
Why?
Baron Lawrence seed to see through her little sches, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable, and swept over her, "In what way do you resemble her? I’ve said, you don’t even compare to a strand of her hair. Don’t say you copied her in a pretentious way. Even if you truly copied her well, in my eyes, you still wouldn’t compare to a strand of her hair! Because Enna Clark is Enna Clark and won’t be anyone else!"
"Also, let tell you, I’m keeping you here not to see you act in front of . I’m keeping you for other reasons, which have nothing to do with what you think. So put away those petty tricks, my patience with you is limited. Just for what you’ve done to Enna Clark before, I can make you suffer more. The only reason I haven’t crushed you is out of consideration for her. If you are smart, you would best keep a low profile in front of . Rather than arrogantly dressing up like a butterfly, flaunting yourself."
"Even if you stripped naked, I wouldn’t be interested in you!"
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