Hannah gracefully sat down. "Mommy, please take a seat. We’ll be back in Country W soon, and I couldn’t be happier," she said with a light chuckle.
Mrs. Miller smiled faintly. "You and Logan will be engaged soon. Don’t spend all your ti playing around; start preparing for it."
Hannah nodded obediently. "Got it, I’ll make all the necessary preparations."
The plane was about to take off. Ella gazed out the window, thinking that in just a few hours, she and Eric would be in a completely different world.
This was the Banshan Villa District, where Tiffany had bought a villa upon returning to the country.
At this mont, she was enjoying a cup of coffee brewed by her new assistant. Her gaze shifted from the vibrant flowers in the backyard back to her cup, her expression tinged with complexity.
Michelle walked in, her tone probing. "Tiffany, are you really not taking any roles this year? Planning to take a break?"
Tiffany smiled faintly. "Not at all. If I co across sothing I really like, I’ll take it."
But in truth, she didn’t feel like taking on any projects right now.
"Should I find you a few more unique scripts?" Michelle asked, sitting down beside her. "I feel like you haven’t been yourself since you ca back from Country W."
Tiffany shook her head. "I want to take a break for now. I’m thinking of going back to Country W to see so friends."
Michelle looked surprised and a bit disappointed. "Alright, then. Rest for half a year if you need to. Maybe you’re just having a hard ti adjusting after leaving Country W."
"Yeah... My parents, I was planning to bring them here. I already bought a house for them, but I’ve been so busy that I’ll have to visit them next ti instead."
Tiffany spoke coolly, her tone devoid of warmth.
Michelle was at a loss for words.
Even too busy to see her parents? If this got out, it would surely cause an uproar, and who knows what Tiffany’s fans would think.
"Well, then. When are you heading to Country W?"
"Not yet. I’ll wait a few days." Tiffany’s lips curved into a sultry smile, but her eyes carried a chilling glint.
Michelle was montarily stunned. It was the first ti she had seen this side of Tiffany.
Back in Country W, Tiffany had always exuded fearless confidence, but never this kind of chilling deanor.
"Go ahead and take so ti off. When I’m ready to start filming again, I’ll let you know," Tiffany said softly.
Michelle nodded. "Take care of yourself, and don’t stay up too late."
Tiffany’s gaze dimd montarily but quickly turned nonchalant.
When the vast villa was finally quiet and she was alone, Tiffany picked up her phone and dialed a number.
"Put her on the phone," she commanded.
A few seconds later, a timid voice answered from the other side. "Miss..."
"The plan we discussed before—make sure Mrs. Miller is out of the way. Then have Logan follow through on the next steps."
"Yes, Miss," ca the soft, slightly raspy reply. Despite the voice’s tone, the person’s composure seed steady.
A trace of bloodlust flickered across Tiffany’s lips. "Good. This ti, I don’t need to appear at all. You’ll take care of her yourselves. Once this is done, I’ll make sure your family is freed."
"Yes, Miss."
"But if you fail..." Tiffany chuckled darkly. "Well, you’d better start considering the best way to et your end."
Her eyes were filled with a sinister determination. Tiffany had spent three long years fighting tooth and nail, enduring countless hardships. She wasn’t going to let anything stand in her way now.
Tiffany was, in fact, the real Hannah!
With the backing of the Miller family, her path in the Country W entertainnt industry grew wider and brighter. Coupled with her natural talent for acting, she had beco a rising star.
Fueled by intense hatred, she transford herself into a strong and cunning actress. Beyond the support of the Miller family, her personal determination and hard work also played a significant role.
After three years in the industry, the real Hannah had fully embraced her identity as Tiffany, relishing the recognition and fulfillnt that ca with being an award-winning actress.
Back at Lantern Mountain, she had plenty of opportunities to make her move. But for so reason, she suddenly couldn’t bring herself to destroy her "Tiffany" identity.
As Tiffany, she experienced true respect, superiority, and enjoynt.
Now she had thought it through—if her impersonation as Hannah failed, she might have to wait a very long ti for another perfect opportunity.
It had taken Mrs. Miller an entire year to devise this plan to "cleanse" her image. By replacing the late Tiffany, she beca the real Tiffany—a legitimate, self-made award-winning actress with no blemishes on her record.
"Ella... Let’s see how far you can go! Going against the Miller family? Not even Eric can protect you, hahaha..."
Her laughter grew wild and twisted. Tiffany’s face contorted, and her features finally revealed faint traces of unnaturalness...
Thirteen hours later.
Ella finally disembarked from the plane, with Eric by her side and Mia carrying her suitcase.
Hannah and Mrs. Miller exchanged fake pleasantries, inviting Ella to visit their ho—a suggestion Ella naturally declined.
After the exhausting flight, Ella collapsed onto the plush, wide bed as soon as she reached the hotel.
"I’m so tired! Eric, just let rest for a while!" she mumbled into the soft mattress.
"This bed is surprisingly comfortable. I didn’t expect hotels abroad to be this nice."
Eric shot her a glance. "Well, of course. It’s a presidential suite, after all."
Ella gave him a sheepish smile. How could a presidential suite be anything but luxurious? Staying here ant enjoying nothing but top-tier services.
She closed her eyes and took in the foreign air.
"Ding!" Her phone buzzed suddenly. Startled, Ella unlocked the screen to find a ssage from John with so new information.
"Hannah was poisoned by a maid, leading to a ntal breakdown, and has been confined to an almost completely isolated estate for the past six months?"
Ella stared at the latest report. This information wasn’t in the previous files.
She took a deep breath. Sothing had felt off before—ever since the night Hannah first reappeared.
After all, they had grown up together. Even if she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong, Ella could sense it!
"What does that an? Are you suggesting... she might have been replaced?"
Eric, lying comfortably beside her, turned his charming profile toward her.
"Exactly. I’ve suspected it for a while but couldn’t figure out how it worked. And there’s also sothing strange about Tiffany and Hannah’s relationship!"
Ella chuckled lightly. "Hannah climbed her way into the Miller family. That’s given her a lot of confidence, which is why she mocks and looks down on . But deep down, she’s afraid of ..."
"Alright, no more long speeches. Let’s rest for a bit, and then we’ll decide where to have dinner. Do you want to eat here, or should we head to the restaurant downstairs?"
"The restaurant downstairs!" Ella said, brimming with excitent.
She loved the restaurant in this Venice Grand Hotel. Its walls were made of clear glass, with vibrant, colorful fish swimming in tanks all around.
Dining with a view of the sea was always a delightful experience.
But as soon as she arrived at the restaurant, she unexpectedly ran into the last person she wanted to see.
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