Everyone was stunned. Even the doctors stopped in their tracks.

The manager rushed forward, his hand trembling as he picked up the black card that had fallen from Evonne's pocket. His forehead was immediately matted with cold sweat.

"This… This is a Centurion Black Card?" he gasped.

At that, the room erupted in whispers.

"What? A Centurion Black Card?"

"There's only one person in the entire country who holds this card. I heard she's powerful and mysterious, and she could destroy a family by just lifting a finger. How did the card end up in Evonne's hands?"

Simon's eyes widened upon seeing the card, his expression darkening at once.

The manager was sweating buckets as he quickly dialed the top floor of the bar. "Mr. Clarke, we have a guest holding a Centurion Black Card. Please come down immediately."

A woman descended from the top floor not long after.

I recognized her at once. It was Dominic's assistant, Amanda Yarldon.

"Mr. Clarke is being held up, so he asked me to attend to this distinguished guest," she said with a polished smile.

Just as Amanda was about to take the card from the manager, Rachel interrupted her, "If I'd known this card was so special, I would've shown it myself."

Rachel pulled out a black card from her bag, holding it between her fingers as she waved it in front of Amanda.

Everyone was shocked to see the card in her hand. It was another Centurion Black Card.

"I am the rightful holder of the Centurion Black Card. Who is she to have it? It's probably a fake!" Rachel looked at Evonne with utter contempt.

Amanda stepped forward and took Rachel's card. After examining it for a bit, her gaze at Rachel grew with a hint of admiration. "Ms. Lopez's card is real."

After that, she turned to look at Evonne disdainfully. "Not everyone can own a black card, Ms. Bradford. Passing off a fake like this is embarrassing."

Evonne shook her head, her voice tight with panic. "That's impossible! My older sister gave me this card, there's no way it's fake! She's Abigail Bradford!"

Rachel scoffed. "Abigail Bradford? There isn't a single big shot in Gryndon I don't know of, and I've never heard of her."

Amanda crossed her arms and stood by the side, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "Since Ms. Lopez is the most distinguished guest in the bar, Ms. Bradford's matter has nothing to do with Mr. Clarke. Go on."

The previously quiet crowd started erupting again.

"Hurry up and get her examined! I've got millions riding on this!"

"I'm adding another 500 grand! I have to win it!"

The doctors surrounded Evonne once again, their hands reaching toward the last shred of her dignity.

Gillian still hadn't returned, but I couldn't wait any longer.

"Enough!" I rose angrily from the booth and strode forward. While the doctors remained in shock, I pulled Evonne off the stage and got her dressed.

Rachel stared at me in shock, fury blazing in her eyes. "Who are you? Do you have any idea what happens when you cause trouble on Mr. Clarke's turf?"

I pulled Evonne behind me and coldly spat, "I'm Abigail Bradford, the eldest daughter of the Bradford family."

The moment I finished speaking, the crowd burst out laughing, as if they'd just heard a joke.

"Abigail Bradford? You've got to be kidding. That woman's a powerful legend in Gryndon, but she's been missing for years. Rumor has it she's died overseas. You're not saying that's you, are you?"

"Well, Abigail Bradford is also a Bradford. Could it actually be the same Bradford family?"

"No way! The Bradfords only have one daughter."

Rachel covered her mouth and laughed softly. "Where did you find this imposter, Evonne? Her acting is terrible, and yet she dares to pretend she's Abigail Bradford?"

I looked at her, my gaze cold and indifferent.

The Bradford family had only ever presented Evonne to the public.

As I was the designated heir, I'd been raised in secrecy for my own protection. As such, only a few knew my real identity.

"Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough, Evonne? Get this imposter out of here!" Simon frowned at Evonne and me, his gaze filled with disgust.

Evonne clutched my sleeve tightly, looking worried.

I patted her hand reassuringly and turned to Simon with a sharp gaze. "You're not even qualified to speak to me. Where's Dominic? Tell him to get down here now!"

Rachel gave me a once-over before sneering. "You almost sound convincing. But unfortunately, if the real Abigail Bradford had returned, the elite circle of Gryndon would be in an uproar. There's no way it'd happen without anyone knowing."

The fury in my eyes blazed brighter. "I've told you, you're not worthy of talking to me. Have Dominic get down here immediately!"

Rachel rolled her eyes in contempt. "Do you really think you can see Mr. Clarke just because you want to? If you're going to run your mouth like that, don't blame me for putting an imposter like you in your place!"

She then turned to the men scattered around the bar. "Grab her and teach her a proper lesson! If I'm satisfied, you'll all be well rewarded."

"Don't worry, Ms. Lopez. We'll make sure she learns what men are capable of!"

"Since she said she's Evonne's older sister, we'll let her experience what Evonne went through last night!"

The men in the bar scrambled forward, their faces twisted with greed.

"How dare you touch me?" My gaze turned icy. Slipping a small blade from my sleeve, I slashed hard at the man charging in front.

The injured man clutched his face and screamed. He then roared in fury, "Get her! Kill this bitch!"

Ten men surged forward at once.

Seizing the opportunity, the injured man grabbed my neck, his face twisted in rage. "You slut! I showed you mercy, and you dared to hurt me? I'll make you pay for that now!"

Everyone pressed in from all sides. Some even pulled out their phones, ready to record.

Evonne rushed forward, trying to shield me behind her, but Rachel grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back.

"Still trying to pretend you're so chummy with the imposter? Once I'm done with her, you won't be getting away either!" Rachel sneered.

Teary-eyed, Evonne clutched at Rachel's skirt and begged desperately, "Please don't touch Abby. Let her go. I'll let you examine me!"

Rachel kicked her to the ground, frowning in disgust. "We'll definitely examine you, and we're dealing with this imposter too! Unless—"

She smiled cruelly. "Unless you get on your knees and start begging until I'm satisfied. Then maybe I'll consider letting your fake sister go."

Evonne turned toward Simon, who had been watching indifferently from the sidelines. Through clenched teeth, she gritted, "Abby is the big shot you're all talking about. If you lay a hand on her—"

He cut her off with a sneer. "Enough with the talking. Get down and beg already. If not, I'll get them to tear into your sister right here!"

Rachel looked down at Evonne condescendingly.

A bitter laugh tore out of Evonne's lips. "Fine, I'll beg!"

She dropped onto her knees, pressing herself close to the floor as she started begging. "Please… Let Abby go…"

Before long, the skin on her knees and forehead was swollen and scraped. A thin line of blood seeped through.

But Rachel never told Evonne to stop begging.

I struggled desperately to get up and stop it, yet my limbs were pinned down. My heart broke at the sound of each plea that came from her lips.

Evonne had grown up cherished and protected. When had she ever suffered this kind of humiliation?

Gillian should've been back by now. So, why wasn't she?

Rachel yawned lazily. "Alright, that's enough."

Relief flashed across Evonne's pale face. "So, you'll let Abby go now?"

Rachel let out a scornful laugh, as if mocking her naivety. "I said I'd consider letting her go. Well, I've thought it over. The answer is no."

"You—" Like a cornered animal, Evonne lunged forward to fight Rachel.

However, Simon kicked her away.

"Touch Evonne again and see what happens!" I yelled as pain tore through my chest.

Rachel stepped forward, jealousy flashing across her eyes as she glanced at my face. Suddenly, she grabbed my throat. "I'll start with you then!"

"Don't! Dominic won't let this go if you hurt Abby!" Evonne cried out in panic.

Rachel let out a cold snort. "You still think the Bradfords are what they used to be? Who do you think you are to threaten me?"

She picked up the blade from the floor and pressed it hard against my neck.

Just as Rachel was about to slash down, the private elevator doors from the top floor slid open.

Dominic slowly stepped out, a group of men in black filing out behind him.

The moment he saw Rachel holding a knife to my throat with blood seeping out, his expression immediately darkened.

"Dominic!" Evonne's eyes lit up. Withstanding the pain, she stood up and urged, "You're finally here! Get them to release Abby!"

Dominic's gaze flicked to the injury on her knees and forehead. With a darkening expression, he asked Amanda, "What's going on?"

She stepped forward with her head respectfully lowered. "Someone impersonated Evonne's older sister and came here to cause a scene, Mr. Clarke."

Dominic's eyes widened. His voice trembled as he asked, "Where is she?"

As Dad's most trusted subordinate, he was one of the very few people who knew who I really was.

Rachel lowered the knife and walked forward, looking aggrieved. She jerked her chin in my direction. "That's her, Dom."

Shock flashed through Dominic's eyes the moment he saw my face, but he quickly regained his composure. "So unbelievably similar. It's like they're identical."

He then let out a quiet sigh. "It's a shame she's already dead. No matter how convincing she seems, an imposter is still an imposter."

Evonne rushed forward in a hurry, tears welling up in her eyes. "Abby isn't dead yet, Dominic. She's here!"

Dominic looked at her coldly. "How long are you going to keep this up, Evonne. It's one thing to bully Rach on a daily basis, and now you're dragging all these people into your little act? You're getting more unreasonable by the minute."

Helpless, Evonne stumbled back, her gaze filled with disbelief. "I'm being unreasonable? Have you forgotten what Abby told you before she left the country?"

Dominic studied her for a while before turning away. "I just came down to take a look, Rach. Do whatever you want."

A triumphant smile spread across Rachel's face. She clapped her hands, and the men surged forward again.

I yelled, "Dominic! Can't you tell whether I'm real or fake?"

Dominic spun around sharply when he heard my voice, confusion flooding his expression. He raised a hand and signalled the men to stop, and slowly walked toward me.

"Even the voice is identical. You must've gone through a lot of surgeries to look like her," he murmured.

Dominic caressed my face gently, his gaze filled with a sense of nostalgia. "What a shame. No matter how hard you try, it's useless. There's only ever been one Abigail Bradford. And I hate people who impersonate her."

His gaze hardened as he pulled a gun from his waist, handing it to Rachel. "Make it quick. I'll clean up the mess."

Rachel smiled as she took the gun, flashing Evonne a provocative look. "Alright, Dom."

She raised the gun and aimed it at me. Just as her finger tightened on the trigger, the bar's doors were slammed open.

Gillian stormed in with a murderous look, followed by a row of black-clad bodyguards. She knocked the gun from Rachel's hand before dropping to one knee in front of me.

"My apologies, Ms. Bradford. We had to deal with some trash on the way. It took longer than expected," she said.