NovelEnglishChapter 370
Audrey's POV
| stared at Rachel, searching for any trace of the friend | once knew. Nothing. The woman standing before me
was a stranger wearing my friend's face.
*If | remember correctly,” | said, my voice tight, “you and Audrey Sinclair were pretty close.”
*Since you went through the trouble of stealing my DNA and now believe I'm Audrey. Why aren’t you happy
about finding your supposedly dead friend?”
Rachel swallowed hard. “I'm just angry you'd fake your death and disappear without telling anyone.”
Her voice lacked conviction. Five years ago, this woman taughteverything about surviving in high society.
Now she couldn’t even lie convincingly.
“Audrey Sinclair.”
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Thalia stepped around Rachel, positioning herself between us. She shot Rachel a dismissive glance before
turning her full attention
to me.
“You seriously think she’d still be your friend? You knew she woke up from her coma, but you faked your death
and bailed on her. Do you have any idea how devastated she was?”
“Now you show up right before she marries my brother? Everyone knows what you're doing.” Thalia leaned in,
lowering her voice to a theatrical whisper. “You want to steal her fiancé and expect her to welcyou with
open arms? The fact she’s not treating you like an enemy already shows how much she values your past.”
| couldn’t deny her logic. Even if Rachel accepted | was Audrey, what difference would it make? We were on
opposite sides now. Our friendship was over.
“Evelyn.”
Adrian’s voice pulledback. His hand found mine, squeezing gently. The small gesture steadied me.
| took a deep breath. “I simply asked a question. | don’t understand why everyone's so worked up. I've already
told you, I'm not Audrey Sinclair.”
My eyes found Rachel's. “Your reaction makeswonder about your relationship with this Audrey person.”
“Are you cold tobecause you really see Audrey as a rival?” | asked. “Or because you know I'm not her, and
you're just making things up?”
Rachel looked down, saying nothing. The reporters pressed closer, hungry for .
“Let's go,” Adrian said, tugging my hand. “The Sinclair confrontation will settle this. No point wasting twith
these people.”
As we walked toward the hotel entrance, | glanced back. Blake sat in his wheelchair, watching us leave. Our eyes
met briefly. His gaze held none of the stubborn determination from before - just longing and something like
helplessness | couldn't quite place.
1 quickly looked away.
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Blake's POV
| watched them walk away, Adrian’s hand firmly clasped around Audrey’s. My eyes caught on the green maple
leaf preserved in his cufflink - identical to the one Audrey had picked up yesterday at Northern Care Facility.
She'd stopped to collect it while walking those grounds, twirling it between her fingers during my call. Now
Adrian wore it like a trophy.
So she'd made him a custom gift using something she found after seeing my grandfather. In her eyes, he really
mattered. Their relationship had progressed faster than I'd imagined.
“Blake.” Thalia’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Stop staring at them.”
She planted herself in front of my wheelchair. “Didn’t you say you were here to back us up? Why are you taking
their side?”
“She’s right,” Rachel added. “You didn’t have to embarrass Thalia in front of everyone.”
| gave them both a cold look. “So | should've let her slap Adrian with every reporter in New York watching? Smart
plan.”
“Do you understand who Adrian Knox is? Rachel, | thought you were the one who knew how to handle delicate
situations. What would happen if videos of Thalia attacking the son-in-law of the Australian Parkers went viral?
Want to replay what nearly destroyed Parker Group twenty years ago?”
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