<h4>Chapter 430: The Mastermind Behind the Scenes</h4>


    "Dad, do you have a better n?" Eric smiled faintly. "Actually, I’ve already found a breakthrough, but... gathering solid evidence is still challenging. On the night of Tiffany’s car ident, the hospital’s surveince cameras were mysteriously down. I suspect someone staged a switch. Tiffany didn’t die, but someone else was substituted for her."


    Lucas nodded. "Your theory makes sense. I don’t know all the details, but I do believe there’s a way. Would you like to hear it?"


    "What kind of way?" Eric asked, intrigued.


    Lucas smiled subtly. "Let me discuss it further with Luke first. Then I’ll share it with you."


    Eric didn’t press the matter. He nodded, exchanged a few more words with Lucas, and left the hospital in a hurry.


    Back in his office, Eric’s phone buzzed with a text from Lucas. Opening it, Eric raised an eyebrow, his expression growing serious.


    "This approach... it cuts straight to the heart," he murmured. "But..."


    He paused, considering how best to proceed. After a few seconds of hesitation, he made his decision.


    Two dayster, at 9 a.m., Tiffany appeared at LXL’s main entrance. The press, having caught wind of her arrival, swarmed the area, causing severe traffic congestion.


    Dressed in a sleek ck gown with her hair elegantly pinned up, Tiffany looked polished andposed. However, the prominent scar on her forehead hinted at injuries from the car ident.


    The crowd surrounding Tiffany included not only reporters but also a sea of fans waving banners and cheering enthusiastically.


    "Tiffany is back! Long live Tiffany!"


    "Tiffany, I love you! I love you!"


    "Tiffany, can you exin what happened to you in Country W?"


    "Yes, Tiffany, why were you suddenly dered dead?"


    "Tiffany, can you shed light on the events surrounding your alleged death in Country W?"


    Reporters jostled to get closer, bombarding Tiffany with questions. Smiling warmly, she addressed one of the microphones.


    "I’m so sorry, but I don’t really know what happened myself. I was just lucky to escape. It’s Heaven’s blessing that I’m still here. I’ll be heading into thepany to assist with some things, and I promise you’ll have my official statement soon."


    Her voice was gentle and poised. Bodyguards immediately stepped in, clearing a narrow path for Tiffany to make her way toward LXL’s entrance.


    From his office window, Eric watched as Tiffany strode confidently toward the building. Herposure was striking.


    *So, it’s really her,* he thought coldly.


    Hannah had transformed into Tiffany, emerging as a high-profile actress with no trace of her past scandals. She had rebuilt her image into that of a hardworking, self-made star.


    Such a dazzling reputation wasn’t something just any actor could achieve.


    Eric narrowed his eyes, his gaze chilling as he observed Tiffany’s deliberate steps into thepany.


    She was cunning, no doubt. Her recent tweets had cleverly implied wrongdoing without outright using E. Every word was calcted to provoke spection among fans.


    Even if Eric proved that Tiffany had been swapped during the ident, it wouldn’t matter much. Tiffany’s restraint in publicly using anyone gave her usible deniability.


    This woman is a master maniptor, Eric thought grimly.


    Ten minutester, Tiffany knocked on Eric’s office door.


    Eric opened it with an indifferent expression. "Miss Fox, you’re back. Please,e in and have a seat."


    His tone was calm and detached. Tiffany offered a hesitant smile, her face reflecting a hint of vulnerability. "Yes, I’m finally safe, and it’s all thanks to you, Mr. Nelson."


    Tiffany stepped into the office, followed closely by her manager, Michelle.


    Eric’s gaze lingered on Tiffany, scrutinizing her deeply.


    Herplexion was radiant, healthy and rosy—clearly, she had been taking good care of herself. Dressed in an elegant ck dress that contrasted beautifully with her baster skin, Tiffany exuded the poise and grace befitting an award-winning actress.


    "Take a seat. How are you feeling now?" Eric asked, his eyes fixed on her, causing a flicker of unease to sh across Tiffany’s face.


    "I’m much better now. The injuries from the ident have mostly healed, but this scar on my forehead... it might be permanent," she said, gesturing to the faint mark on her forehead.


    Eric’s eyes gleamed coldly. "I know a doctor in Country W who specializes in this sort of thing. Would you like me to introduce you?"


    Tiffany quickly shook her head. "No need. I can cover it with makeup for now."


    Eric gave a faint, inscrutable smile. "Take your time to rest. Make sure both your body and mind are fully recovered before deciding anything. Whether or not you take on a new project is entirely up to you."


    Tiffany’s contract with LXL allowed her considerable freedom. While she was obligated to star in one LXL production each year, she had full discretion over all other work, splitting the revenue ording to her negotiated terms. For an actress of her stature, it was an exceptionally favorable agreement.


    "I understand. In a few days, I’ll release a statement to exin everything to the public," Tiffany replied with a soft smile. "They say surviving a great disaster brings great fortune. Mr. Nelson, there’s no need to worry about me."


    Eric’s lips curled in a sardonic smirk. "Worry? Oh, I wouldn’t dare. Someone as skilled as you, Miss Davis, doesn’t need my concern. But rest assured, I have my ways of unmasking the mastermind behind all this."


    Tiffany’s smile faltered slightly, but she quickly recovered, her expression as dazzling as ever. "Then I’ll leave it to you, Mr. Nelson, to bring the culprit to justice."


    Her confidence was unshaken. The person backing her was someone no one—not even Eric—would ever suspect.


    After spending about half an hour at thepany, Tiffany left.


    Back at her vi in S City, Tiffany kicked off her heels and opened the bedroom door barefoot. She stopped in her tracks when she saw a man reclining on the ck leather sofa, his jaw shadowed with stubble.


    His piercing blue eyes glinted with a sinister charm, and Tiffany let out a startled gasp.


    "You... why are you here?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.


    The man set down his ss of wine with a wicked grin. "Because... I missed you."


    Tiffany chuckled seductively, quickly shutting the door behind her. "You scoundrel. Even my house staff is under your thumb now."


    She slipped off her ck trench coat and swayed her hips as she approached him, draping her arms around his neck with practiced ease.


    "That’s just my talent," the man replied nonchntly, lifting her chin and kissing her deeply.


    Tiffany’s eyes gleamed with a sultry, intoxicated delight. The tension between them ignited, and clothes were soon discarded onto the floor.


    Some timeter, Tiffanyy against the man’s broad chest, her face lit with a satisfied smile. "You didn’t juste here for me, did you? Is there something going on in Country S?"


    "No, I really just came to see you," the man replied with a softugh, though his cold, calcting gaze betrayed him. "By the way, Eric got hold of the hospital surveince. But don’t worry—the footage from that night was already wiped."


    Tiffany scoffed. "So what if he got it? Does he have proof I’m Hannah? Is he going to run a DNA test? As long as I don’t admit to anything, what can he possibly do?"