Chapter 205: Chapter 205: Claire Green Visits, Olivia Song: You’re Not Her
Bayne City Police Station.
Grace Zhang looked at the girl in front of her, her brows visibly furrowed, "Miss Green, what’s the matter?"
Even though she was a bit shocked to learn that she was the adopted daughter of the Song Manor, thinking of her methods made Grace Zhang instinctively wary.
Seeing his guarded expression, Claire Green sneered, "Relax, even if I wanted to do something, it wouldn’t be here."
The female officer beside them saw that their boss didn’t look too pleased, so she quickly stepped forward to smooth things over to avoid the two confronting each other again.
"Miss Green, our captain just has that kind of temper. I’ll take you to see the people from the Song Manor now."
Just as she finished speaking, Grace Zhang’s displeased voice sounded.
"Grace."
Just two words, and Grace knew their captain was on the verge of losing his temper.
She pressed her lips together and replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Captain, there’s no rule against visiting a prisoner, especially since Miss Green is the adopted daughter of the Song Manor."
Grace Zhang stared at her with a stern face for a few seconds, finally compromising.
"Miss Green, you only have half an hour."
Hearing this.
Claire Green lazily glanced at him, a sly smile curling on her lips, her tone nonchalant yet carrying a hint of coldness.
"Officer Zhang is guarding against me as if I’m a wolf."
...
In the holding room, Olivia Song’s hair was disheveled, her once elegant white dress now covered in dust, and she kept muttering that she was not wrong.
Hearing her still unrepentant, Claire Green’s indifferent and lazy gaze flickered with a dark glimmer.
"Miss Song’s spiritual power is stronger than I imagined."
Her incredibly clear and playful voice rang unexpectedly in the dim room.
The familiar voice made Olivia Song jerk her head up, then get up and rush towards Claire Green like a madwoman.
"Was it you?"
She grabbed Claire Green’s clothes, frantically questioning, her eyes filled with madness.
Since yesterday, she had been locked in here, with people coming to question her from time to time, her mind and body greatly tormented.
Grace initially wanted to step forward and pull them apart but was stopped by Claire Green, "I want to talk to her alone."
Hearing this.
Grace only hesitated for a couple of seconds, then nodded and left, thoughtfully closing the door on her way out.
Claire Green raised her hand to pry off the fingers clutching her clothes, her thin lips parting slightly, "Olivia Song, how does it feel to fall from a great height into the Abyss?"
Then.
She casually sat on the wooden chair beside her, leaning back at a 45-degree angle, perfectly stable.
Watching Claire Green’s demeanor, Olivia Song clenched her palms with intense hatred.
If it hadn’t been for the exposure, how could it be her turn to ridicule?
"You must be quite pleased to see me like this now, aren’t you?"
Olivia Song stared at her expressionlessly, her voice icy cold.
"Not bad," Claire Green chuckled lightly, "after all, the once glamorous young lady has become as she is now."
"Claire Green."
These three words were practically bitten out by Olivia Song, one by one.
Her words were like needles piercing into the heart.
"What," Claire Green stood up, her clear, distinct fingers traced from Olivia Song’s forehead to her neck, she leaned forward to her ear, her deep, hoarse voice causing Olivia Song’s pupils to constrict abruptly.
"Didn’t you consider today’s consequences when you were drawing her blood back then?"
What did she mean?
Fear appeared in Olivia Song’s eyes, her lips trembling, "You’re not her."
If that’s the case, everything could be explained.
Why Claire Green’s personality had suddenly changed so much, it turned out she wasn’t the same person at all.
Claire Green’s slender fingers caressed Olivia Song’s neck, her lips curled into a malevolent smile.
"Then who do you think I am?"
This sentence was equivalent to confirming Olivia Song’s suspicion.
But why did she look exactly the same?
Seeing her silence, Claire Green released her with disinterest, casually speaking, "Want to know how people online regard you now?"
With those words.
Before Olivia Song could comprehend, a barrage of curses flooded her sight from the phone screen.
"Tsk tsk, you said you could have been a big star, but now you can only stay in this cramped room."
"Enough."
Olivia Song erupted in anger, her heart brimming with unwillingness.
Who would have thought.
Claire Green let out a low, peculiar laugh.
Her dark pupils surging with an undercurrent, staring at Olivia Song like a hunter eyeing prey, sending chills down one’s spine.
"Is that enough? I still want to invite Miss Song to watch a more interesting scene with me."
An ominous feeling spread in Olivia Song’s heart, she swallowed, "What do you mean?"
No sooner had she finished speaking.
She saw Claire Green take a laptop out of her backpack, tapping a few keys on it before placing it in front of her.
Then.
A familiar video appeared before her, except this time there was no mosaic, no sound processing.
Seeing her whole body tremble as she stared at the screen, Claire Green’s lips crooked with a wicked curve, her exquisite brows raised, her gaze lazily carrying interest.
"You say, if I release this video, would it make things more interesting?"
"No, you can’t."
Olivia Song hugged the laptop tightly, shaking her head incessantly.
If this video got out, her punishment would undoubtedly be harsher.
Colluding with people from other countries during an international event to frame her teammates, the authorities would never let it slide lightly.
Hearing this.
Claire Green pretended to ponder, rubbing her chin, her gaze icy to the bone, "Then what to do, I already sent it out."
"You..." Olivia Song raised her hand to hit her, but it was caught.
"Be good, don’t get mad," Claire Green spoke softly, "let’s take a look at the comments."
...
The gossip on Weibo these past two days has been endless, but who would’ve thought things would escalate again.
"Evidence of Olivia Song’s Involvement in International Olympics Scandal"
As soon as this Weibo topic appeared, the netizens exploded once more.
[Damn, turns out that analysis back then was right.]
[You’re from Z Country, yet you disparaged those students from Z Country as if you’re some big shot.]
[Screw you, shouldn’t people like this die to repent?]
[Z Country almost lost the gold medal because of her.]
[Back then, when a blogger analyzed it, her fans kept denying it, saying their private messages were full of curses.]
[Damn, it’s disgusting, if you love Olivia Song so much, why not just go be with her.]
With each comment she read, Olivia Song’s breathing became more labored.
Finally unable to take it anymore, she wanted to smash the computer, but couldn’t.
"It seems the netizens aren’t very friendly towards you."
Claire Green spoke nonchalantly, but the chill in her voice seemed to seep into the bones.
"What do you really want?" Olivia Song’s face was pale, her voice weak, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell the police you’re not the real Claire Green?"
Who would’ve figured.
Hearing this, Claire Green lazily chuckled, "But do you think they’d believe it?"
This body being the original owner’s is undoubtedly true, unless someone could prove her soul isn’t, but with current technology, is that possible.
A glance at the phone’s time, Claire Green placed the laptop back into her bag, slowly getting up.
Halfway out, she suddenly turned back, leaving behind an ambiguous remark.
"In a game of cat and mouse, only the cat wins."