Long fingers swiftly typing on the keyboard, Nicholas Croft wanted to find more information about the girl, but after searching extensively, he only knew that the girl who resembled Sophie Foster was nad Beatrice Hargrave, a recently returned expatriate, yet no information about her family background could be found.
Leaning back in his large chair, looking at the girl’s picture on the computer, Nicholas Croft felt confused.
He didn’t believe there could be two people who looked so alike unless they were twins. But he also didn’t dare to conclusively say that this girl was Sophie Foster. If Sophie had such a strong background, she wouldn’t have lived such a hard life back then.
Taking a deep breath, Nicholas Croft leaned forward again, searching for the footage of Beatrice Hargrave participating in a competition and watching it once more. After watching, Nicholas Croft felt sowhat disappointed because, aside from resembling Sophie Foster in appearance, Beatrice had a voice and style that were completely opposite.
Sophie Foster was passionate about rock music, her voice distinctively gravelly, and she spoke the sa way, perhaps due to smoking frequently.
But Beatrice Hargrave was different. Her voice was clean and pure, matching her elegant and graceful deanor, unlike Sophie Foster’s casual nature, clearly indicating she received a higher education.
Towards Sophie Foster, Nicholas Croft actually felt guilty, more often regretful. If he had known he would lose her, how could he foolishly hope to teach her a lesson...
Instructing his assistant to arrange a trip to City Z, Nicholas Croft planned to et the girl, even if she wasn’t Sophie Foster; he needed to hear her sing and watch her perform in person...
The assistant had completed the travel arrangents, only for Nicholas Croft to cancel it last minute. The girl was rely a stranger who looked similar to Sophie Foster; even eting her, what difference would it make?
Nicholas Croft originally dismissed the idea of eting the girl, but on the weekend, he unexpectedly encountered her, and her identity was astonishing enough...
In the talent show, Beatrice Hargrave was the most controversial contestant. Perhaps overly talented individuals invite envy; many online were saying Beatrice’s advancent into the top ten must be due to "insider dealings." However, this didn’t affect her fans who adored her. When she flew back to City T, nurous fans went to the airport to greet her.
In the airport terminal, fans holding light boards stood orderly until Beatrice Hargrave’s figure appeared. The once quiet and patient fans began to stir, raising their light boards high, enthusiastically shouting, "Mi’Er, Mi’Er..."
Seeing so many fans there to greet her, Beatrice Hargrave smiled and waved at them, feeling thrilled inside. Nurous tis, she had fantasized about becoming a star, embraced by passionate fans, shouting her na...
Becoming a star is most girls’ dream, except her mother, even on her deathbed, urged her not to step into the entertainnt industry, even if it ant being just an ordinary person.
Now, she had broken her promise to her mother. Amidst her joy, she couldn’t help but sigh inwardly that fate twists lives in unexpected ways.
Her lips ford a perfect curve as she walked out of the VIP passage under the protection of two assistants. A surprised voice rang in her ear, "Koala?"
Following the voice, Titus Zane’s face ca into view, still as beautiful as three years ago. Upon closer look, perhaps even more gorgeous, her once black long hair now dyed chestnut, cascading naturally in big waves over her shoulders, seeming much more cheerful than three years ago, no longer possessing that aloof, unworldly deanor. Seeing her, Titus Zane’s face was evidently delighted.
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