Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 1092

"Chairperson! Are you suspecting that Miss Florence might not actually be your daughter?" Erik finally grasped the situation.

He was taken aback by the revelation, though he couldn't help but recall the fleeting suspicion he'd had when he'd seen Florence's somewhat calculating demeanor.

"Other than the resemblance in appearance, she shows no other signs of being my daughter.

What if she's had plastic surgery to resemble me and used my daughter's hair to deceive us? We absolutely need to redo the DNA test!" Parisa exclaimed, slamming her hand on the table in frustration.

As her thoughts raced, she grew more pensive, "If she's pretending to be my daughter, then she must be in cahoots with Bryce! Do you remember the night we returned, and we were attacked?

Now, it seems like there's a lot more going on than I originally thought—I assumed Bryce was trying to set up Ludwik. But then I recall how he urged me to disguise myself to avoid Ludwik's retaliation.

But, what if we look at it from another angle? Why would he want me to disguise myself?

Could it be because he feared my real daughter would recognize me?

Erik, if Florence is an imposter, then my real daughter, named Whitney... she might be somewhere in Emperor City."

Parisa's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and she stood up abruptly, visibly shaken. "We must keep this under wraps for now. We need to redo the DNA test and get another hair sample from Florence. Then, the truth will come out."

Erik nodded vigorously, his expression resolute.

Just then, both Parisa and Erik's phones went off simultaneously.

One was a call from Florence, and the other was likely her too.

Parisa narrowed her eyes, her face set in a determined expression. She gestured to Erik, "Answer it.

Stay calm and don't answer her questions.

We've just arrived in Harmonia Country, and we're not familiar with the lay of the land. Bryce and Florence's roles are still unclear. We're on their turf now."

Florence paused, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. Was Parisa up to something? Her sudden disappearance couldn't be a coincidence.

Suppressing her irritation, she hurried out of the cemetery gates, "Which pharmacy are you at? I need to find my mom; she can't be left alone like this!"

Erik gave her the address of the hotel, "The chairperson needs rest after taking her medication."

"I'll be there right away. Please take care of her until I arrive."

Florence ended the call abruptly.

Erik glanced at the chairperson, who was massaging her temples, her face cold and composed. "Head to a nearby pharmacy and make sure there's a record of our visit. When she arrives, we'll play along. We need to return to Emperor City as soon as possible—staying at Inko Group should ensure my safety.

Next, we'll look for an opportunity to get her hair sample and prepare to counterattack discreetly.

And finding my real daughter is the most urgent task at hand."