The Hypnotized Stand-In Has Awakened—the True Heiress Is Terrified Chapter 08

The Hypnotized Stand-In Has Awakened—the True Heiress Is Terrified Chapter 08

Blair nodded, her smile sweet and innocent. “That’s right. I’m 

Lizz.” 

When Adrian didn’t respond, she turned to me with a look of feigned confusion. 

“Elise, what are you doing here?” 

I looked at her. “I’m here to meet Mr. A.” 

Her face fell. “Elise, have you no shame at all?” 

“Mr. A’s my boyfriend. Just because you have a decent face, you think you can steal him?” 

My eyes reddened at once, like I was too flustered to respond. 

“I’m not stealing anything… I was the one dating Mr. A from 

the start.” 

Blair’s face changed sharply. A flicker of panic flashed in her 

eyes before she forced it down. 

“What nonsense are you spouting?” 

“Elise, I used to think you were just stupid. I didn’t expect you 

to be this vicious. You’ll say anything just to steal a man.” 

She pulled out her phone and held it up to Adrian. 

“Mr. A, we’ve been talking for so long. Every photo I sent was 

of me. This account is verified under my name.” 

“Don’t let this scheming little bitch fool you.” 

Adrian didn’t take the phone. He didn’t even glance at the 

screen. 

His gaze passed right over it and settled steadily on the redness at the corners of my eyes. His brows drew together 

ever so slightly. 

I bit my lip. “I only sent those photos because you kept telling me I was ugly… I didn’t dare send my own, so I used yours…” 

“But I don’t want to keep lying to Adrian anymore.” 

“Elise, quit playing the victim.” Blair sneered. 

“You’re just jealous because Mrs. A’s so good to me. Jealous he 

sends me money.” 

“That’s all this is–you trying to steal him away.” 

Her words grew harsher, and more people began to gather. 

“Blair, don’t you think that’s a bit much?” a girl cut in, 

frowning. 

“Elise’s literally a beauty. Why on earth would she need to steal your boyfriend?” 

“Exactly.” Another guy chimed in. He glanced at me, then at 

Blair, his expression complicated. 

“Anyone with working eyes and half a brain can see it at a glance.” 

“If Elise actually wanted to land a rich guy, would she even need to steal your photos?” 

“Standing right here, looking like that–she’s the best proof there is.” 

Every word hit Blair like a slap to the face. 

Her complexion flushed a dark, ugly red. Her chest heaved as she trembled with anger. 

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she reached out and yanked off my mask and cap. 

“Go on, take a good look! What’s so pretty about a face like 

this?” 

She turned to face the crowd, waiting with eager anticipation for their disgust to kick in. Then she froze. 

Under the sunlight was a clean, fair face, delicate and refined. No makeup. Completely natural. 

Blair’s expression shifted from smug satisfaction to stunned 

disbelief. 

“You… you washed it all off?”