"What plastic surgeon? I have no idea what you're talking about." Vivian Walters felt her trump card seen through by the woman before her and instantly showed a hint of timidity.
No, that's not right, she couldn't show weakness.
Lily Gray was already dead, there was no Lily Gray in this world.
She had an ID card, a marriage certificate, only she could be the one to replace Lily Gray.
Vivian Walters quickly regained her composure, looking at Lily.
Her gaze swiftly swept over, trying to find a flaw on Lily's face.
But after looking for a long time, she couldn't find any unnatural aspect whatsoever.
If it weren't for their antagonistic relationship, she might even have asked where she found such a surgeon.
"No, why should I explain this to you? I'm telling you, I am Lily Gray, I'm Aidan Lucas's wife. Our relationship is widely known, and I have our marriage certificate here!"