---- "Brother do you think this Evelyn is really Kieran Blackwood's mate? If she is, then where did the real Evelyn go?" "Tf she's a fake Evelyn and the real one is missing, then according to our agreement, shouldn't I fulfill the engagement instead?" Marcus waved his hand, signaling his daughter Isabella to stop talking. He stood up to greet me, affectionately patting my shoulder. "I didn't look carefully at the last banquet. Our Evelyn seems to have grown taller." I smiled politely. "Uncle, it's just been too long since you've seen me. I'm just wearing high heels. At my age, my height wouldn't change anymore." Marcus smiled fondly, then pointed to the violin in the center of the hall. "Uncle hasn't heard Evelyn's violin in so long. Would you be interested in playing a piece for me today?" I saw through his test and obediently agreed. "If Uncle wants to hear it, Evelyn is always interested. " ---- I walked onto the stage, accepted the violin from a server, and performed wholeheartedly. When the piece ended, Winters pack Alpha and Luna led the applause, followed by everyone else. Everyone saw the beautiful smile on my face, but only I knew my palms were already soaked with sweat. Evelyn had studied violin since childhood, reaching grade 10 by her teens. I had only learned the basics at the Blackwood house, plus crash courses in classic pieces over the past few days, barely managing to get by. Isabella whispered in Marcus's ear, ''Dad, stop testing. Later I'll get her chopsticks from dinner and run a DNA test. Then we'll know the truth." Marcus warned his daughter with his eyes not to act rashly. He couldn't determine whether Evelyn was really me, and the ancestral home was full of surveillance cameras. If he angered his older brother, it would be completely over. Finally, he told Isabella, "In a few days, find an ---- excuse to invite her out and bond with her." "Whether she's real or fake, if she's dead, the pack heir position will naturally fall to someone capable. Same with the engagement." Isabella nodded knowingly, taking my hand like a dutiful sister as she led me into the dining room, though her eyes glinted with malicious light.