Chapter 810 A Girl Who Looks Like Michelle


    Tim only found out that Michelle was discharged from the hospital when he attempted to visit her


    there. Thus, he had no choice but to go back to her home to ask about what happened.


    He made sure to bring some gifts for her parents. There he found out that Michelle hadn''t returned


    from her business trip.


    He turned this over in his mind and arrived at the conclusion that it must''ve been Leon who whisked


    her away.


    It was very likely that he had taken her home.


    What a wolf in sheep''s clothing!


    Although Tim felt annoyed, he knew there was nothing he could do about it. After all, Michelle and


    Leon were a couple.


    There was nothing strange about them living together.


    As he was brooding over this gloomily, Victor called him. "Mr. Shen, I''ve found someone. As long as


    she puts on makeup, ordinary people won''t be able to distinguish one from Michelle!"


    This brightened Tim''s mood somewhat.


    Victor continued. "Mr. Shen, would you like to see her for yourself?"


    "Yes," he said resolutely.


    The moment Tim dropped the call, he headed for the Silverhall Nightclub.


    The club was closed in the daytime, with only the cleaners present. Tim strode across the hall until


    he reached a private room where the interview was being held.


    It was extremely bright inside, almost blindingly so as opposed to the dark hall.


    Seated inside the room was a petite girl wearing a ck jacket, ck leggings, and ck boots.


    Her hands were deep in her pockets and she was chewing gum. She was absentmindedly blowing


    a bubble with her gum when her eyesnded on Tim.


    The bubble instantly popped and her jaw almost dropped to the floor.


    The girl slowly stood up and looked Tim up and down. She admired him, although her eyes flickered


    with fear.


    What a handsome man!


    He was her type.


    "Hey there, handsome," she greeted him boldly.


    However, this just made Tim frown deeply. This woman might''ve had a baby face, but she acted like


    a bad girl—she was nothing like Michelle.


    Ignoring her bold greeting, he walked past her. As he did so, he wrinkled his nose in disgust as he


    smelled cheap perfume off her.


    Victor, who was good at gauging people, instantly knew something was off. He greeted Tim with a


    smile and asked nervously, "Sir, what do you think?"


    "They''re not alike at all," Tim said with disdain.


    "What makes you say that? They look like twins!" Victor nced at the girl, then back at Tim''s


    unsatisfied face. "Sir, she''s the fiftieth interviewee. She must be the one! We''ll never find anyone


    who looks as much like Michelle as she does, unless Michelle has a twin."


    But even an identical twin would''ve looked slightly different.


    He had scoured the country in search for Michelle''s doppelganger. Did he have to start searching


    abroad? But foreigners were less likely to look like Michelle!


    Exhausted and frustrated, Victor asked pointedly, "Sir, what''s the difference? She can have a stic


    surgery if need be, but I know it''ll take some time for her to recover. I promise, she just needs make


    up to fool others, as long as she doesn''te into contact with people who know Michelle


    personally. The wonders of today''s makeup is amazing. She can change into a totally different


    person with just makeup!"


    "It''s not the face," Tim said tly. "It''s the temperament."


    ''Temperament?


    What is that supposed to mean?''


    Victor scratched his head in confusion for a bit before it finally dawned on him. "You mean, she


    doesn''t act like Michelle, right?"


    "Exactly." The two of them had vastly opposite temperaments.


    "That''s easy," Victor said confidently. "She can be trained to act like Michelle."


    This seemed to appease Tim somewhat. He smiled slightly and said, "Not bad."


    Victor beamed proudly. "Thank you for your praise, Mr. Shen. I''ve learned so much from you. So,


    that''s it then. I''ll ask someone to train her immediately. I promise I''ll make no mistakes."


    "No mistakes?" Tim echoed dubiously. "Then exin to me how Caroline found me."


    Victor''s mouth snapped shut.


    He had no excuses.


    It was really a mistake. Caroline was so smart that she guessed her ident had something to do


    with Tim and argued with him.


    Knock! Knock! Knock!


    Just then, someone knocked on the door. It was a waiter.


    When Victor opened the door, he asked what happened. "There is a Miss Yu waiting outside for Mr.


    Shen," the waiter answered.


    "Huh? Drive her away. Mr. Shen doesn''t have the time to talk to her." Just as he was about to close


    the door, something urred to him. "Caroline Yu?"


    "Yes," the waiter answered.


    "Fuck..." This woman was a force to be reckoned with.


    He turned around grimly and said, "It''s Caroline, Mr. Shen."


    After a moment of silence, Tim walked out of the private room. Victor stood to the side as he


    passed. Before the door closed behind him, the girl shouted, "Hey, handsome! You''re leaving


    already? Why don''t you give me your phone number and we can hang out when you''re free?"


    As soon as she finished speaking, Tim paused in his tracks and turned slowly. He gave her a sharp


    look, which sent shivers down her spine. Fearful for her life, she stumbled back into the sofa and


    tried to shrug it off. Sneering, she looked at Victor and barked, "Is that guy your boss?"


    Victor ignored her question.


    Parked outside the Silverhall Nightclub was a car with ady in the driver''s seat. When Tim


    emerged from the club, Caroline lowered the window. "Why are you so hard to reach? Didn''t you


    promise to be my model?"


    Before Tim could answer, she jerked her head at him. "Get in the car. I''m going to have a photo


    shoot themed ''Snow'' today."


    This was Caroline''s thing. She had to take photos every day and use a star as a model every week.


    The one she booked for this week had a dyed flight and couldn''t make it this time.


    In her eyes, Tim could pass for a star. He was handsome, but not superficially; he looked like a


    tough, masculine guy.


    Tim just looked at her wordlessly, his broody eyes dark as ink. Perhaps it was because he was


    angry that he didn''t say anything, or maybe it was because he didn''t like talking to her in general.


    "What''s wrong?" Caroline asked nonchntly. "You promised to model for me three times. Don''t go


    back on your word now. Now hurry up and get in so we can do this quick, or are you stalling on


    purpose? Do you want to spend more time with me?"


    Her flirtatious undertones only served to anger the man even more. What a shameless woman!


    But what she said made sense, so he figured he''d better cooperate and get this over with as soon


    as possible.


    He red at the woman and reluctantly got in the car.


    Caroline met his murderous re but remained unfazed. She smiled at him sweetly.


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    Just as they were about to take off, Victor emerged from the club with the girl. Caroline saw her out


    of the corner of her eye and paused in her tracks.


    "Did Mimie here with you?"


    Tim followed her gaze and saw the two figures, Victor and the interviewee. His expression


    darkened.


    What an idiot!


    Why didn''t Victor take her out through the back door?


    He hesitated, unsure as to whether he should tell Caroline the truth or not. If he admitted the truth,


    Caroline would tell Michelle. If he didn''t, Caroline would possibly overthink the situation.


    Why did women have to be so cunning?