If even Jim, the man who had laid by Charlotte's side for many months, could not bring out any evidence to tell them apart, then no one could.
As soon as he thought of this, Quentin could not help bursting into laughter. "Well, well, not sure how to go about lying anymore, huh, Mr. Landry?"
He plopped down in a nearby chaise lounge, shifted into a more comfortable position, then swept his cold glance over Jim. "Mr. Landry, you and Ms. Craig disrupted my godmother's rest, went into the dungeon, and finally found two servants who we can't even tell apart.
"Now, you're even claiming that one of these servants is not only Charlotte but my daughter as well... You have such a vivid imagination. It'll be such a pity if you don't become an author!"
Jim narrowed his eyes when he heard this.
Suddenly, he realized that he had no comeback for Quentin.
He turned around to stare at the two women, who not only were identical in height and build, but both had faces mutilated beyond recognition.
Even though he had always thought Charlotte was Number-9 and treated her like the apple of his eyes...he still tried his best to maintain the innocence in their relationship in reminiscence of how they had met.
Therefore, he had never tried to get intimate with Charlotte at all, and thus...he had no idea if there was anything on
Charlotte's body that could prove her identity.
With Charlotte's face being unrecognizable, he would not be able to prove it was her even if he knew it.
Quentin was delighted to see how stumped Jim appeared. "Mr. Landry, please don't force yourself if you really can’t come up with an answer. After all, the truth will come to light sooner or later."
Then, he tossed the contract to Bonnie and said, "Ms. Craig, I suggest that you stop trying anymore. The fact is, none of you have any evidence to back up your claims, and it's extremely untactful of you to make such outrageous accusations based on two servants' statements."
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