?Chapter 1083:


    The woman blinked, ncing once more at William. His sharp, unreadable gaze made her flinch, and she quickly lowered her head before hurrying out.


    When the door closed, Ste turned to William. “How did you recognize her?”


    William’s expression didn’t change. He already knew what she was doing. “Intuition,” he said simply.


    Then, after a pause, he added, “But she’s good enough to fool anyone else.” He was genuinely impressed that Ste had found someone so simr to herself.


    A faint smile touched Ste’s lips. “That’s good enough for me.”


    The night before the forum, Ste shared a room with the young woman and carefully went over every detail for the next day. “You’ll be the one going,” Ste instructed, handing her a tiny Bluetooth earpiece. “I’ll speak through this, and you’ll just repeat what I say. The voice modtor will make you sound like me. And if anyone questions your voice, say you’ve got a sore throat from a cold.”


    Ste had thought through every possibleplication and reviewed each one with the young woman in detail.


    The young woman listened closely, taking notes whenever she felt uncertain, which made Ste let out a softugh.


    “You don’t have to be so tense,” Ste said with a gentle smile. “Try to rx. My team will do everything they can to keep you safe tomorrow, though I can’t promise it’ll be foolproof.”


    The young woman nodded firmly. “I understand, Ms. Russell. I’ll give it my all!”


    Ste hummed softly in response and turned her gaze toward the window, city lights reflecting in her eyes. Tomorrow would be a decisive day.


    After a moment of silence, Ste looked at the young woman beside her. She was dressed exactly like Ste, with the same hairstyle and even a simr presence. Only then did Ste realize she didn’t know her name. “I just realized I never asked what your name is.”


    The woman had already submitted her résumé and background information, but Ste had barely skimmed it. Lately, she had been juggling too many things, and her memory wasn’t quite what it used to be.


    “Jasmine yton,” the woman replied.


    It was a name that stood out, and Ste wondered how she had forgotten it so easily.


    She gave Jasmine’s shoulder a reassuring pat before standing. “Get some sleep early. We’ve got a long day ahead tomorrow.”


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    Without saying anything more, Ste turned and disappeared into her room. Jasmine remained seated, drawing in slow breaths to steady her nerves.


    Tomorrow would either mark the end of her life as she knew it or change it forever.


    Closing her eyes, she whispered to herself not to be afraid, then stood and entered the room across from Ste’s, quietly shutting the door behind her.


    The next morning, Ste sent Jasmine to the event, dressed and made up exactly like her, while she herself slipped in separately through a different route.


    During the conference, Jasmine carried herself with confidence, handling every question wlessly. The makeup team had done such a perfect job that unless someone stared closely, no one could tell she wasn’t Ste.


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