Chapter 675 Face Changing Skill


    Alina''s POV:


    The woman was Camil, the maid I drove away before. Her timidity disappeared without a trace, and


    she now looked at me as a smile slowly came to her lips. "Miss Quinn."


    As if sensing that I was about to lose my temper, she turned around and in that split second, she


    morphed her face into a somewhat rough man. Another fleeting second passed and she mimicked


    the face of my deceased mother and said in the same serious voice, "Alina, are you going to admit


    defeat? Are you going to allow yourself to be trampled by a lowly she-wolf? Are you really going to


    take it lying down?"


    Along with the shock of how fast she could alter her facial features was the terror that hit me as I


    saw myte mother''s face. I fell to the ground. "Who the hell are you?"


    The woman strode over, still wearing the exact same face as my mother''s. She squatted beside me


    and said gently, "You just need to know that everything I said is true."


    I looked at the woman''s face in a daze and was able to fool myself into thinking that my mother had


    reallye back to me.


    "Tell me, why did youe to me today?" Facing the counterfeit of my mother''s face, I tried to calm


    myself down. I had naturally revered my mother since I was a child, and I held onto it


    until now, even if the person in front of me was not really her.


    "I told you. I just want you to know the truth."


    "Really? Can it really be that uplicated?" I simply didn''t believe that she had no ulterior


    motives. Judging from her ck cloak, I reasoned that she should be a witch. I couldn''t shrug off theProperty ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    doubts I had over her. None of the witches I had seen was good, and the one in front of me was


    definitely no exception. She must be up to something. Why else would shee to me?


    The woman in ck raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a strange smile. "Do you think I have


    other intentions? Alright. You can help me kill Sylvia, then."


    What she said was ridiculous! "If I could kill her, I wouldn''t have wasted so much time doing nothing,


    and we certainly wouldn''t have been having this conversation right now."


    Although Sylvia seemed to be arrogant and aloof, she was more ruthless than anyone else. It was


    just impossible to get into that thick skin of hers. I had suffered more than I could handle when I was


    in the capital city. What else would this witch dish out for me?


    The woman took my words as a jest and ignored my remarks. She took out a milky white gem


    pendant and handed it to me. "This is a gemstone that will be helpful in recognizing a rtive. The


    gemstone will turn pale pink once blood is dripped on it. It will feel hot if the one who is blood rted


    to the owner appears within one meter from the gemstone. You don''t believe that Sylvia is your


    father''s another daughter, right? Find a way to get Sylvia''s blood to activate this gem pendant. If you


    get close to your father and the gem pendant feels hot, that''s enough proof that they are rted by


    blood."


    Holding the pendant, I was a little confused. "Why should I believe you? Do you seriously think that I


    would do whatever you say? Do you want me to believe that witchcraft can outdo modern


    technology now? You probably take me for a fool!"


    I closed my eyes and threw the pendant back to her. I didn''t want to see my mother''s face anymore.


    That was the only thing that would help her persuade me into doing what she wanted.


    Sheughed with disdain, mocking me. "This is the first time that someone doubts my witchcraft.


    You really are an arrogant little fool. No wonder your father doesn''t like you. You''re as inanimate as


    a doorknob."


    "Between us, you''re the one who''s stupid! It''s just magic. Everyone can do it!"


    All it would take was a small push, and I''d be breaking down after knowing such shocking news. I


    was unwilling to ept the cruel truth. To keep my tears from falling, I took the tissue on the table


    and turned it into a real rose.


    The woman scoffed. "Boring."


    "If it''s boring, then why did you change yourself into a rose as well?" I snorted, trying to throw more


    insult at her than she did at me. The witch must be going soft in the head.


    A groan escaped her throat. The giant rose bent down and looked down at me. At first nce, it


    looked creepy as it hovered over me. Its gaze bore into mine and lingered for a while.


    Before I could react, the giant rose turned human again. It seemed she was disappointed by my


    reaction.


    The woman threw the pendant back to me and said in a cold tone, "Anyway, I''ve told you the truth.


    It''s already your problem whether to believe it or not, and so is the courage in verifying what I told


    you. Sylvia recognized your father using the same pendant. Hide it well and don''t let her see that


    you have it too."