?<strong>Chapter 775:</strong>


    “Go ahead and make the call now,” R stated, her voice echoing through the room.


    A staff member nced at R nervously, subtly signaling for her to stop, but she remained oblivious, intent on asserting her authority.


    Frustrated that they hadn’t immediately obeyed, R stormed over, stomping down hard on one of the staff members’ feet. “Are you deaf?” she hissed. “Didn’t you hear what I told you to do?”


    Heads turned, all eyes on R’s domineering disy. The staff member had no choice. With a reluctant sigh, he dialed the number, his fingers trembling slightly. On the other end, Ewing picked up almost immediately, his tone clipped and impatient. “What is it?”


    The staff member took a deep breath, clearing his throat nervously, but before he could speak, R snatched the phone from his hand. “Hello, sir, there’s someone here pretending to be you,” she announced confidently, as though she were doing him a grand favor.


    Ewing was surprised by the young, assertive voice on the line. After a beat, he replied, “Someone’s impersonating me? And just who is this supposed imposter?”


    Smirking, R raised the phone, intending to snap a picture of Kallie and Sophie to send as evidence. Kallie didn’t flinch, her calm gaze meeting the camera head-on, unperturbed.


    R hesitated, momentarily thrown by Kallie’sposure. Deciding against the photo, she said into the phone, “Well, who it is doesn’t really matter,” she replied smugly. “Just tell me how you want this handled. Lucky for you, I have some time to spare today, so I’m happy to help you by taking care of this situation.”


    Ewing let out an exasperated sigh. His day had already been hectic, and now someone was suggesting that he deal with an imposter? He massaged his temples. His patience was wearing thin as the brash tone of the child grated on his nerves. Whose child was this, speaking so rudely? He wasn’t about to waste another second. In a dismissive tone, he replied, “Simple. Just throw them out and ensure they don’te back.”


    R’s face lit up with satisfaction at his response, her confidence surging as she turned to the staff member. “See? I told you they were impostors. Get them out of here!”


    Throughout, Kallie’sposure remained unbroken. Just as Ewing prepared to hang up, she spoke up, her voice clear and calm. “Ewing.”


    Ewing’s hand paused mid-air, surprised. “Kallie?”


    Kallie offered a small smile. “Yes, it’s me. The so-called ‘imposter.''”


    Ewing’s brow furrowed, caught between amusement and confusion. “Kallie, you invested all the money using my name. How could anyone say you’re the imposter?” Kallie cast a cold, knowing nce at R, who had suddenly gone quiet. R’s expression tightened.


    “Apparently, someone here is a little too eager to have your niece thrown out, pinning a crime on her,” Kallie replied.


    Ewing’s voice hardened,ced with authority as he connected the pieces. “You’re the rightful investor here, Kallie. Let’s see who dares try to kick you and your daughter out. They’d do well to remember that offending you means offending the Nixon family.”


    With that, Ewing hung up, leaving R’s satisfaction reced by a sh of panic.


    The atmosphere in the room shifted palpably. All eyes turned to Kallie and Sophie, their expressions a mixture of surprise and respect.


    Most had been quick to believe R’s ims, dismissing Kallie as an imposter. After all, bing an investor in such an exclusive event required more than just wealth. It also required power, influence, and connections. And now, Kallie stood among them, exuding every bit of it.


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