Yvette Jacobs felt weak all over, barely able to breathe. Soon, two bodyguards came and took her away. The hotel was in chaos, and no one felt like eating anymore. Eleanor Hollis walked over to Gloria Galloway, full of concern, seeing the clear fingerprints on her cheek, angrily looked up at Julian Sterling. But Julian Sterling’s face showed no expression, and he simply took Gloria Galloway away. Eleanor Hollis stomped her foot, feeling both angry and helpless. Marcus rushed over to her. "Mommy, I saw you slap someone just now, that was so cool." Eleanor Hollis was still angry, but hearing this made her feel a mix of amusement and helplessness. Hugo Quinn also walked over, gently ruffling her hair, likely knowing she was upset. Eleanor Hollis nodded, and the moment she saw him, she felt overwhelmed with emotions. She looked around but couldn’t spot Jude Shaw, feeling a subtle understanding deep down, she sighed heavily. Jude Shaw was truly good, and sincerely liked Gloria Galloway. How great it would be if they ended up together, but Gloria was already married to Julian Sterling, leaving no possibility with others. Leaving the hotel, she bent down to carry Marcus and got into the waiting car. Not far away, several black cars were parked. A sophisticated woman slowly rolled down the window, calmly looking over at Eleanor Hollis. If Eleanor Hollis looked carefully, she would find that this woman looked exactly like her. The woman closed the window again, her eyes filled with venom. "Yes, Miss, you saw her face too. She looks exactly like you, definitely your sister." The woman frowned, and the atmosphere in the car turned cold instantly. The man realized his mistake in speech and quickly tried to remedy. "Actually, there are differences, Miss, your upbringing is different from hers. I heard she grew up in the countryside, her demeanor can’t compare to yours." The woman curled her lips, looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes gleaming sharply. So this was the sister she’d been searching for all these years. Ha, looking at that similar face made her unhappy, her face should be unique. Eleanor Hollis was completely unaware that big trouble was looming. After returning to the villa, she went to see Samantha Sullivan in her room and found her asleep, so she quietly left the room. Marcus quietly followed her, poking his head out. "Why are you sneaking around like a thief in your own house?" Eleanor Hollis paused, gently closed the door to Samantha Sullivan’s room. "Your Auntie Sullivan is pregnant, we shouldn’t disturb her rest. Let’s go downstairs." Marcus nodded obediently, grabbing her hand as they walked downstairs. Eleanor Hollis looked down at the top of the child’s head, feeling warmth in her heart. Sometimes she was curious what kind of woman could give birth to such a well-behaved child. Yet Marcus’s biological mother never showed up, even if she wanted to find her, there were no clues. In the evening, Eleanor Hollis received a call from her grandmother, who seemed hesitant, as if hiding a secret. "Grandma, what’s wrong? Did something happen?" Eleanor Hollis was a bit worried about the elderly woman’s health. The last time they visited the countryside was during the New Year, now more than three months had passed, and she wasn’t sure how the elderly’s health was. "Eleanor, has anyone come looking for you recently?" Bridget Sutton asked cautiously, nervously clutching her phone. "No, only people I’m very familiar with." Eleanor Hollis was puzzled, about to ask more, but heard Bridget Sutton speak. "That’s good, Eleanor, don’t engage with strangers, stay close to Hugo Quinn, he will protect you." Eleanor Hollis was even more confused, but the elderly woman had already hung up. She contemplated what the elderly woman had just said, still feeling puzzled, and decided to leave it aside, calling several others to look after the elderly. After dinner, she checked the time, it was already seven in the evening. As Marcus was clamoring for yogurt, she had to drive out to buy some. She hadn’t visited a supermarket in a long time, too much had been happening recently. Eleanor Hollis reached out to put yogurt into her shopping cart, and as she looked up, she saw in the mirror a woman standing behind her—a woman very similar to her, to be exact, exactly the same, only their demeanor differed. She rubbed her eyes, suspecting she had seen wrong. When she looked again, the woman had disappeared. It must be an illusion; she didn’t remember having a twin sister, her parents only had her as a daughter. With the yogurt, she was about to check out and leave, but the crowd behind kept pushing, soon reaching her, causing her to fall to the ground. The yogurt was crushed by the surging crowd, supermarket security came to maintain order, but the crowd was too large. Fearing being trampled, Eleanor Hollis hurriedly hid behind a shelf, hearing clattering outside, her heart trembled. A pair of feet suddenly stopped in front of her, she looked up and saw that woman again. Eleanor Hollis felt the current atmosphere was like a horror movie, she swallowed hard, seeing the woman slowly squat down. "Sister, I’ve found you, come home with me." A chill ran down Eleanor Hollis’s back; she felt as though she’d seen a ghost and hurriedly pushed the woman away. But a few people who ran over put something by her nose, and everything went black, she fainted immediately. "Miss, let’s go, we’ve disabled the surveillance here." The bodyguard said respectfully, the woman nodded, her mouth curved. Thıs content belongs to 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 Soon, Eleanor Hollis was taken to the car. The woman pinched her chin, carefully scrutinizing that face, identical to hers. She took a knife, measuring it against Eleanor Hollis’s face, the smile in her eyes deepened. "Miss, the family is still looking for people, you can’t hurt her for now, rest assured, that position will ultimately be yours, just defeat her fairly in the competition, or make her give up her rights to compete." The nearby bodyguard was scared stiff seeing her raise the dagger. The family already knew of this person’s existence, should anything happen to her, the first suspect would be the Miss. The woman put away the dagger, her eyes lacking interest. "How could she marry Hugo Quinn?" She knew Hugo Quinn, initially, the family planned for her to marry Hugo, but Hugo hadn’t intended to wed back then, who would have thought he later married a woman from the countryside, making her a laughingstock to everyone.