The Hypnotized Stand-In Has Awakened—the True Heiress Is Terrified Chapter 07

The Hypnotized Stand-In Has Awakened—the True Heiress Is Terrified Chapter 07

Early the next morning, Blair booked the most expensive 

makeup studio in this city. 

Before leaving, she gave me a terrible makeover. 

My face was piled on thick, cakey foundation. 

My eyebrows were drawn on heavy and uneven. 

Bright pink lipstick was smeared far outside my lips. 

Then she dug out one of her old tracksuits, so oversized it 

could fit two of me. 

“Elise, just wait in the dorm for me. I’ll come get you when it’s time, and I’ll handle all the explaining to Mr. A.” 

The door clicked shut. 

I walked into the bathroom. 

Cold water washed away the makeup, revealing my clean, 

natural face. 

I changed into a simple white dress, then put on a mask and a 

cap. 

In the mirror, only a pair of clear, steady eyes remained. 

Blair… Time to settle the score. 

Three o’clock. At the campus gate. 

A black Cullinan stood quietly by the roadside. Adrian leaned 

against the car door. 

He was wearing a charcoal–gray shirt, the sleeves rolled up, his eyes on his phone. 

The sharp line of his profile cut cleanly through the light. 

Students nearby kept glancing over, but no one dared approach. 

I lowered the brim of my cap. After a brief hesitation, I walked 

over. 

“Mr. Whitmore, what are you doing here?” 

Adrian stepped forward. A faint cedarwood scent surrounded 

1. me. 

“I’m here to meet my girlfriend.” 

He paused, his gaze locking onto my eyes as he spoke clearly, “Lizz” 

I froze, my whole body going rigid. My voice trembled. “Y–you’re Mr. A?” 

Before I could finish, a shrill, syrupy voice shrieked from 

behind me. “Mr. A!” 

Blair came rushing over in her stilettos. 

She had clearly spared no expense. Her makeup was flawless, her outfit carefully styled. 

But no amount of effort could salvage what was underneath. The flat, bland features. The short, blocky build. 

And that awkwardness–the kind money just couldn’t paper 

over. 

Blair rushed straight up to Adrian. 

Then she lifted her phone, the chat screen with him displayed 

clearly. 

“Mr. A! It’s me, Lizz! I’m here!” 

Adrian’s gaze shifted from my face to hers. His eyes narrowed 

slightly. 

A faint, unreadable smile tugged at his lips. 

“So you’re telling me–you’re Lizz?”