Adam Duncan was stunned for a moment as he looked her up and down once more. He knew it was impolite, but he simply couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.
There shouldn't be two people in the world who look so much alike, and Clara Knox didn't have a twin.
The woman in front of him had an added hint of indifference in her eyes, her hair was shorter, and there was a barely healed scar visible under the strap of her dress on her shoulder.
That sense of detachment was exactly the same as before.
After that car accident six months ago, everyone said Clara Knox had died, and from then on, the CEO of Harper Jewelry had been in a slump.
Regarding this, Adam Duncan never had any doubts. He had even personally attended the memorial for the empty tomb Edward Harper had made for her. After all, he had adored her, considering her a goddess.
He still remembered being astonished at the sight of her the first time they met.