<h4>Chapter 223: Chapter 220: Doubts</h4>
As soon as the thought of a certain possibility crossed her mind, Elliana Lyle felt a heaviness in her heart, and even her body became somewhat stiff.
She had to pay attention again to other details; John Walters always blinked twice quickly when he smiled! That was Shane Southwell’s habit!
Impossible, how could John Walters be Shane Southwell? There were major differences between the two; their faces were not the same, nor were the nose and mouth!
The voice... the eyes...
If she looked at John Walters’ eyes separately and listened to his voice, they were exactly the same.
It was a face she could never forget; she would never forget the look of that bastard Shane Southwell. Thinking of this, she tightened her grip on the ss she held.
Her scarlet eyes were full of hatred.
She wished she could tear the person in front of her to pieces!
"Miss Elliana? What’s wrong?"
This voice of concern interrupted her, allowing her to find the sanity she almost lost.
And John Walters and Summer Hue seemed frightened, both looking at her inquisitively.
Summer Hue said, "Cousin, what’s wrong? Your expression just now was terrifying."
"No... nothing." She looked at John Walters again, bing uncertain. After all, the police had confirmed Shane Southwell’s death, so the person in front of her couldn’t be Shane Southwell.
But she still felt uneasy, her suspicion about the person in front of her could not be erased.
"Mr. Walters, you look like someone I know." She regained herposure, putting on a faint smile.
She watched the man’s facial expressions closely, not wanting to miss any details.
The man smiled slightly, still blinking twice quickly, apparently a bit surprised, "Oh?"
She wanted to confirm something using this habit but stillcked convincing evidence.
"Unfortunately... he passed away."
At this, John Walters paused briefly, then showed a look of regret and offeredfort, "God will bless him."
Westerners believe in God, but Shane Southwell never believed, nor would he say such things.
Suddenly, she felt it was just a coincidence. In this wide world, perhaps there were simr people.
"Miss Elliana, here is my business card." John Walters handed her a business card, which she epted.
Then, John Walters said, "Miss Elliana, Miss Hue, please excuse me."
After saying this, John Walters made a polite bow and then turned to leave.
After John Walters took two steps, Elliana suddenly called out in a voice he could hear, "Shane Southwell!"
Obviously, John Walters did not turn around, walking away calmly, even as nearby people nced at her.
Yet only John Walters showed no reaction.
She wasn’t sure if there should have been a reaction or if no reaction was more appropriate.
<fnef9d> Th?s chapter is updated by fin?novel</fnef9d>
"Shane Southwell? Cousin, what’s wrong?"
...
――― 11 PM.
After the event ended, Elliana sat in the car, filled with anxiety.
"What’s wrong?"
Faced with the concerned inquiry from Norman Bet, she didn’t even know how to begin.
Staring straight at the back of the seat, dazed for a long time, she slowly spoke, "Norman Bet, Shane Southwell is dead, right."
Saying this, she raised her eyes to look at the man, as if seeking a definite answer, and asked again, "He’s dead, isn’t he?"
"Yes." The man replied softly, having obviously noticed her distress.
"What happened?"
She lowered her head, bit her lip, considered for a long while, and then slowly said, "I think I saw Shane Southwell, but... he’s not Shane Southwell. They... they look very alike."
Hearing this, Norman Bet frowned and asked, "Who?"
"John Walters." She hurriedly handed the business card given by John Walters to the man, who, upon seeing it, showed a tense expression.
The man’s expression made her uneasy, repeatedly asking, "What’s wrong?"
"Will Global Films, a foreign financingpany coborating with Rnd."
This news was not good; anything tied to Rnd wouldn’t be good news.
"Don’t worry, I’ll have someone investigate this person. The police have confirmed Shane Southwell’s death, so even if Shane Southwell were alive, he wouldn’t be so tant in returning."
After speaking, the man embraced her, gently patting her back to soothe her emotions.
Gradually, she became less anxious, though she still harbored doubts. Yet, she mostly believed that Shane Southwell was dead.
When she got back, she soaked in afortable hot bath, clearly feeling more rxed.
Perhaps she was really overthinking it.
Since it was indeedte, Norman Bet only let her go after an hour and a half.
...
――― Next day.
Early in the morning, she received a message from the man.
John Walters was a foreign national, having lived abroad since childhood; his parents were immigrants abroad, and he is currently the domestic agent for Will Global Films.
Will Global Films had only entered the domestic market this month.
Though this news eased her mind somewhat, her doubts hadn’t entirely vanished.
So, she sent a message to Luna.
Cat: "Luna, could you help me look into this person if you have time."
She then sent John Walters’ information over.
As soon as she sent it, it showed that the other party was typing.
Luna (Master): "Who is this person?"
Cat: "I suspect he’s Shane Southwell."
This statement sounded a bitughable, even she didn’t know on what basis she suspected the person was Shane Southwell.
Luna (Master): "These are not the same person, right? Do you think Shane Southwell had stic surgery?"
She herself didn’t know the answer to this question.
She had closely observed John Walters, there was no indication of stic surgery, the face appeared very natural, Shane Southwell had phoenix eyes, whereas John Walters’ eyes wererge with wide double eyelids.
Everything seemed natural.
The more she thought, the more agitated she became.
Cat: "If you have time, please look into it, I’m merely suspicious."
Luna (Master): "Okay, leave it to me, but I’ve been a bit busy these days; you’ll have to wait a little."
She wasn’t in a hurry; after all, it was just suspicion relying on what she called intuition.
...
――― Two dayster.
After studying the script for two days straight, she had memorized the lines thoroughly.
Today was the official shooting day.
She picked up Tiana Harris first before heading to Horizon together.
"Elliana, I’m nervous, I’m afraid I’ll mess up." Tiana Harris had been a bundle of nerves all along the way; it was her first time ying a role with lines, and it was in a film by a well-known director.
In response, she held Tiana Harris’s hand, encouraging her, "Don’t be nervous, rx, you won’t mess up, I believe in you."
"Come on, take a deep breath."
Tiana Harris followed her cue, took a deep breath, and smiled again, pumping her fist with determination, "Okay, let’s do this."
Arriving at the set, it was a studio filled with furniture, creating a home-like atmosphere.
The first scene was between Tiana Harris and her, to be precise, it started with a shot from early on.
After all, they would have the fewest shots first; once this scene was done, Tiana Harris would wrap up her part.
"Sister! I won’t let you go! It’s too dangerous!"
Tiana Harris said as she grabbed Elliana Lyle’s hand.
"Cut!"
As soon as they started filming, the director called for a stop, his expression slightly displeased, "You need to say your lines while holding her hand, with more emotion and depth, don’t just recite them, bring some feeling into it."
Tiana Harris immediately hung her head, her face turning so red it seemed like it might bleed.
She quickly nodded, "I understand."
Elliana gently patted Tiana Harris’s hand tofort her; she could see that Tiana Harris was nervous.
"Action!"
Yet again, Tiana Harris seemed to be reciting her lines, and this time she stuttered, prompting the director to call for a break, urging Tiana Harris to get her emotions in order.