Dn pulled out a handkerchief and casually dabbed at the corner of his mouth. "Sure, but it''s out of your price range."


    ra felt a bit awkward. In this city, no one could match Dn''s wealth.


    She thought about it for a moment, then a light bulb went off, and she smiled, as if she''de up with the perfect idea. Taking a deep breath, she asked, "Mr. Dn, if I can find a gift that pleases you, would you share the details about that property?"


    Dn raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her confidence. There was a spark of interest in his eyes, though he quickly masked it. "Alright," he said.


    With a n forming in her mind, ra saw no reason to stick around. She left the hotel and immediately got in touch with her friend, Scarlette.


    Scarlette was taken aback when ra asked her about the looks of a deceased member from the Dawson family. "ra, what''s this about?"


    "Do you happen to have any photos of her?" ra pressed.


    Everyone knew about Dn''ste ''dream girl.'' If she could find someone who looked like her, maybe that would make Dn happy. Although ra doubted he was that shallow, since he was already going along with Walter''s matchmaking, maybe he''d be open to a lookalike?


    Scarlette dug around and eventually found a photo of the Dawson family''ste daughter, warning ra, "Be careful with this."


    Scarlette didn''t know ra''s full n, but she could guess.


    ra reassured her confidently, "I''ve got this covered. Thanks, Scarlette."


    The two of them were neighbors and had be pretty close over time.


    After hanging up, ra studied the photo on her phone. Shelly had this gentle, ssic beauty, exactly the kind you''d expect from someone called an ''ideal woman.'' Now it was clear that was Dn''s type.


    She lowered her gaze, remembering the rumors that linked Shelly''s death to her. Would Dn be furious if she set up a lookalike?


    But she''d already set things in motion. There was no turning back now.


    Sometimes you just have to take a chance.


    ra started scouring karaoke bars, searching for someone who resembled the photo. Eventually, she found a match-a student who had just started working at a karaoke bar to support her struggling family, and she hadn''t gotten involved with anyone yet.


    Looking at the girl''s face, ra had a moment where she couldn''t believe her luck. The likeness was uncanny, making all her effort worth it.


    A smile curved on her lips as she gently touched the girl''s shoulder. "What''s your name?"


    "Sarah," the girl replied.


    It''s a good name, ra thought, and her soft, gentle demeanor seemed like something Dn would appreciate.


    Sarah stood nervously in front of ra. Growing up in a small vige, she''d never left until college, and it took all her determination to make it to the city. Seeing the city''s splendor only made her feel more out of ce.


    Those morous socialites with their stylish clothes always seemed so distant, making Sarah feel like a little mouse peeking into a world of happiness she could never reach.


    Facing ra now, those feelings of inadequacy surged back. She twisted her hands nervously until ra spoke, "Just follow my lead. I''ll handle everything."