When Cloe ca to her side, Raelle introduced everyone to her. Cloe put on one of her best smiles as she greeted these big shots. Soone was the Dean of one of the top universities in the country, and soone was the director of the military research center. All in all, these people were high intellectuals.
Cloe wasn't even surprised at how smoothly Raelle's conversation was going with these people. Even though Raelle only spoke a couple of tis. As expected of her boss who treasured her words like she treasured her ti.
When the crowd around them dispersed, only then did Cloe heave a sigh and said, "Chief, you really know how to choose the people to mingle in."
"It's not ," replied Raelle. "They were the ones who called ."
"Yes, yes, you're just that aweso. It can't be helped," said Cloe dispassionately. But suddenly, she got her energetic look back as she added, "Chief, I feel like I made a discovery."
"Oh? With your brain?"
"What is exactly wrong with my brain?" asked Cloe in displeasure.
"Aren't you the girl whom I heard singing, 'Jingle bell jingle bell, jingle all the way? Santa Claus is on his way, why don't you stay?'"
Cloe blushed in embarrassnt when she heard that. She was so shocked to realize that whatever she was doing in her office on Christmas night was actually heard by her boss. But since Raelle hadn't ntioned it before, she was blissfully oblivious to it all. Also, she so wished that Raelle would have at least humd so tune and not just blandly read it like a story.
Scratching the tip of her nose, she said, "Chief, we shouldn't embarrass each other like this."
"If I wanted to embarrass you, I'd have ntioned it before other people. Currently, only you and I are here," said Raelle matter-of-factly. "Also, if you're embarrassed because I am here. Then you're a little late. I'm all too familiar with you by now."
Cloe stared at Raelle for a minute in silence before saying, "Fair enough. And don't distract . I really made a discovery. A shocking discovery."
"Spit it out then," said Raelle, definitely not looking like she was the least bit interested in whatever discovery she had made. After all, it didn't really concern her at all.
Cloe ca close to Raelle and whispered, "Chief, look at Ruan ilin and Tang Hebe."
"You're still paying attention to them?"
"Chief, focus!"
"Why should I?"
"Because it's important," insisted Cloe.
Raelle swept her eyes around and finally settled on Ruan ilin before she looked at Tang Hebe. She looked at them once again and then again.
"You noticed it, right?" Cloe's eyes were sparkling like she discovered a whole new world. "I'm sure you noticed it. You're a lot more perceptive than I am. And if I can notice it with my pea brain, then it's nothing much for you."
"This..." Raelle definitely noticed what Cloe was trying to point at. Just because she wasn't interested in these two won, that didn't an she was blind.
Cloe giggled, "So you also agree that these two have so similarities?"
"Yes," answered Raelle.
"And not just their facial features, even their mannerism is very much alike," stated Cloe.
Raelle stopped her before saying, "No. It's not that their mannerism is alike. It's more like one of them is trying to copy the other."
Cloe had a look of realization as well. She once again looked at the two won and nodded her head in agreent. "Indeed."
"Ruan ilin is trying hard to act like Tang Hebe," said Raelle with certainty.
"But it's a sha that she can't hide her vicious heart behind that gentle look," added Cloe. "No wonder I didn't her at first sight." She took a pause and asked, "But why is she trying to impersonate soone else? Isn't that tiring? I an I get tired even when I have to smile when I don't feel like doing so. But this woman is actually wearing the whole persona of soone else. How tiring would that be? Even her clothing and makeup sense looks similar to the other. Does she not have a choice of her own?"
"How far do you think you can go for love?" asked Raelle in return instead of answering Cloe's question.
Cloe was stumped before it dawned on her, "You an, all of this is for love?"
"No, the right term would be an obsession," answered Raelle. "Yes, she is obsessed."
"She is obsessed with your husband?" asked Cloe.
"Now that's a very interesting question, Cloe," said Raelle. "I also would like to know if she is obsessed with my husband or if she is obsessed with winning against Tang Hebe?"
Cloe was startled by that question. It was getting more twisted. See, she said she was shallow. She couldn't see all that with her pea brain but her boss saw it all in this short ti. Even if she didn't notice it, Raelle did notice how Ruan ilin's face contorted in an ugly expression once her eyes caught sight of Tang Hebe in the crowd.
And she also didn't miss the mocking smile tugging at Ruan ilin's lips. How pathetic!
Raelle's second impression of Ruan ilin really made her question why this woman was even around her husband? And why did he allow soone like her to work in such an important position?
Raelle had never been obsessed with anything or anyone in her life. And she had never compared herself to anyone either. So, she didn't know what was going through the brain of such a delusional person to actually waste her life trying to impersonate soone else. This only made her seem even more pathetic in Raelle's eyes.
But Raelle couldn't even bring herself to associate the word pity with such a person anymore. After all, whatever hell Ruan ilin was living in, she created it all by herself. No one could do anything about it.
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