At that moment, Katelyn’s phone buzzed with a message from Alfy.

“I’ve located the information you asked for.”

Attached was a screenshot containing all of Ashlyn’s personal details, along with a recent photo of her—revealing the same face as Sophia.

Katelyn’s brow furrowed in confusion. How was this possible? There was, in fact, a Marshall Group overseas, and they did have a daughter who looked eerily similar to Sophia. Was she just overthinking things? Could it be that this woman wasn’t Sophia after all?

Katelyn subtly pulled at Vincent’s sleeve, showing him the information she had just received. Vincent’s keen eyes scanned the phone screen swiftly before returning to Ashlyn. He didn’t believe in coincidences. To him, all coincidences beyond that were orchestrated by human hands.

Dalton scratched his head, still puzzled. “Mr. Adams, are you sure you’re not mistaken?”

“Mr. Adams, are you sure you’re not confusing her with someone else?” Vincent stayed silent.

At that moment, Sophia began walking toward them.

Katelyn found herself unable to look away from that face. The way the woman’s eyebrows arched. The subtle curve of the smile at the corner of her mouth. Every detail screamed Sophia. How could she possibly be anyone else?

Vincent’s eyes bore into her, cold and unblinking, as if searching for something hidden deep inside.

Sophia broke the silence, her voice hesitant and thick with a foreign accent. “Hello, Mr. Adams. I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Ashlyn Marshall. Your name carries weight even beyond our borders.”

Sophia offered a smile that seemed flawless, then reached out her hand. Vincent, however, didn’t budge. He kept his eyes locked on her, unwavering and intense.

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Sophia appeared completely unaffected by the tension in the air. Slowly, she pulled her hand back.

“Mr. Adams, maybe you don’t recognize me. My father has been working internationally for years and now plans to expand his business back here. We’ll probably cross paths a lot in the future,” she said, her words coming out stiffly, leaving a strange unease behind.

Vincent’s eyes scanned her, his stare cutting and precise. “Ashlyn, is this the new persona you’ve chosen for yourself?”

Though his expression seemed neutral, there was a touch of mockery hidden in his gaze.

Sophia had the nerve to pretend to be someone else and stand before him once again. Did she not fear being thrown back into the basement like before?

Confusion clouded Sophia’s eyes as she looked at Vincent. “Mr. Adams, I don’t quite understand what you’re saying.”

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