Chapter 297 Isabel Looks Like Leslie

"Excuse me, miss, haven't we met somewhere before?"

Isabel's heart sank. She no longer looked like her old self-could he see through her disguise?

But that wasn't the key. The real issue was that, after Will's comment, everyone's gaze on her became more complicated.

"I've never been to this place," Isabel said, trying to brush it off. "You must have mistaken me for someone else."

Will's expression softened with an apologetic look.

"Sorry, I must have gotten it wrong."

Xander's gaze flickered briefly over Isabel, and even Richie, who had been watching her, now looked at her with a more scrutinizing stare.

Rachel suddenly leaned in close to Ivana, speaking softly so only the two of them could hear. "Ivana, don't blame me for jumping to conclusions, but do you think Isabel might have been here before, investigating something?" She didn't say it outright, but her words had an effect.

The wheels turning in Ivana's head. With the pendant issue in mind, she started to feel more suspicious about Isabel's reasons for coming to the Bennetts.

As she thought about it more, Ivana's gaze hardened with increasing hostility when she looked at Isabel.

No, I couldn't let this continue.

She'd needed to have a talk with her sons later, a serious one.

"Ah!" Will slapped his forehead and called out to Isabel's retreating figure. "Tiny!"noveldrama

Isabel froze for a moment, quickly regaining her composure. She turned toward Will, like the others, and gave him a puzzled look.

"It's uncanny!" Will said, staring into Isabel's eyes.

"Uncanny? You mean she looks like Leslie?" Ivana rolled her eyes dramatically.

Saying Isabel looked like Leslie was an insult to her precious Leslie!

Her Leslie was the most adorable person in the world-no one could compare to her.

Richie continued to stare into Isabel's eyes, an indescribable feeling stirring inside him.

He wasn't the only one who thought Isabel resembled Leslie. When he first met Isabel, there had been a strange sense of

her.

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Though Isabel and Leslie didn't look alike at all, those eyes... every time Richie locked eyes with Isabel, it felt

like he was seeing Lesad.

"Not at all!" Samuel said, glaring at Isabel.

Isabel shrugged, remaining silent.

Xander's sharp, deep eyes narrowed as he studied Isabel closely, taking in every detail.

"Let's not waste any more time," Ivana reminded the group. "Since Leslie was adopted, we should hurry and find her."

The group's attention shifted away from Isabel, now focused on the task of finding Leslie.

Before long, they arrived at the apartment complex where the young couple lived.

The place was in disarray-filthy and rundown, resembling a slum.

"Leslie grew up in a place like this?" Ivana's voice trembled with sorrow.

To think she'd spent so many years in such an environment. Ivana could only wonder what Leslie had become.

Richie couldn't wait any longer. He

quickly walked toward Building

took the elevator to room 1902

stood in front of the door, suddenly feeling nervous.

He had heard from Will that Leslie had amnesia. He wasn't sure if she would even recognize him.

"Phew!" Richie took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock on the door.