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Mia Redgrave’s eyes were brimming with provocation.
Seraphina Redgrave sat on the sofa, her eyes devoid of any emotion, not even bothering to give a scornful expression, "I’m not Seraphina Redgrave. You have indeed mistaken for soone else."
"Seraphina, you’re angry, aren’t you? Because I’m with Leo Lynch, that’s why you won’t admit it, right?" Mia leaned pitiably against Leo, pretending to be heartbroken as she spoke, "You can have Leo."
Hearing this, Leo angrily looked at Mia, "What nonsense are you talking about? Am I an object to be passed around?"
Besides, Seraphina Redgrave didn’t agree to Leo’s confession before she disappeared.
"But weren’t you pursuing Seraphina Redgrave three years ago? Maybe you’re still thinking about her now, and you’re holding her hand outside, staring at her..."
Mia’s voice dropped, gradually tinged with sobs, and her eyes filled with tears, as if she had already been betrayed.
Hearing her words, Leo blushed with embarrassnt, and a tinge of guilt towards Mia welled up in him. He gently comforted Mia, "Mona, don’t overthink it. I am your fiancé now, and you are the only one in my eyes."
The two people in front of Seraphina Redgrave were getting closer and closer, almost about to kiss passionately in front of her. It was so off-putting that it made her want to vomit. She pulled out the ID card she had just obtained from her sweater pocket, deliberately covering the ID number, and showed them her na and photo.
"Sorry, my na is Sylvia Shaw, not Seraphina Redgrave."
Seraphina Redgrave wore a serious expression.
Mia leaned in closer to the table, stubbornly refusing to believe it, and stared at the docunt in the woman’s hand, then looked bewildered after seeing it clearly.
"Sylvia... Shaw?"
Leo couldn’t say a word either. Little Potato, really, what kind of parents would give their child such an outrageous na?
"Yes, I’ve said it before, I’m not Seraphina Redgrave." Seraphina Redgrave looked at them expressionlessly.
Mia stared at her dumbfounded. Could she really have made a mistake?
How could Seraphina Redgrave remain so calm in front of her? Wasn’t she always following her around, timidly trying to please her?
But, are there really two faces in the world that look so alike?
Thinking of this, Mia wanted to take the ID card to examine it closely, but Seraphina Redgrave dodged it, warningly saying, "What are you trying to do?"
Leo also found Mia’s behavior very strange, so different from the usual elegant and cute Mia, a bit displeased.
"I just wanted to take a look at your photo because you look so much like her. I’m a bit curious."
Mia stamred in explanation.
This coincided with Leo’s thoughts. Leo seriously looked at Seraphina Redgrave and, seeing the wariness in her eyes, asked, "Is your na really Sylvia Shaw? Are you an only child?"
"Sir, Miss, please forgive , but I really can’t understand your behavior. I’d like to go ho now."
Seraphina Redgrave coolly tossed out this sentence, elegantly getting up and intending to leave.
"Stop right there!"
Mia jumped up, wanting to keep her from leaving.
Seraphina Redgrave stepped back warily, looking at her with caution, "Ma’am, if you continue to attempt to restrict my personal freedom, I will use the law to defend my rights."
"Mona, what are you doing?"
Leo increasingly felt that Mia’s behavior today was very strange.
"Uh..." Mia awkwardly stood in place, quickly drafting sothing in her mind, squeezing out a smile on her face, "Miss Shaw, you really look so much like my friend, and it’s been three years since she left without a word. We can’t help but miss her. eting you today, who looks so much like her, must be fate. Why don’t we have a chat together?"
Once they kept her, whether she was Seraphina Redgrave or not, taking her back for a good "talk" would reveal the truth.
Seraphina Redgrave stood there and spoke coldly, "I’ve never t either of you before. What could we possibly have to talk about?"
She was truly like a passerby who was completely unfamiliar with them both.
"Don’t be in such a hurry to leave."
Mia waved her hand to call over the waiter, ordered three drinks, and looked at Seraphina Redgrave, who had returned to her seat, "Miss Shaw, where are you from?"
"The South."
Seraphina Redgrave showed no signs of a slip in her response.
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