Upon hearing these words, Selahs eyes fluttered open. She gazed into Lindseys resolute eyes, astonished, and then nodded.
Gradually, Selahs hold on Lindseys sleeve relaxed as she watched Lindsey stride confidently into the crowd. Raising her voice for all to hear, Lindsey declared, The person in this photo isnt Selah at alll
As soon as these words were spoken, everyones eyes snapped to Lindsey simultaneously.
Look at the comparison pictures online; theyre all over the place, showing her mouth, nose, and even the mole on her cheek. How can it not be her?
Miss Stewart, I understand youre keen to win and stay with Vitality Entertainment, but that doesnt mean you should make up stories.
Lindseys eyes, bright and clear, scanned the crowd. She lifted her phone and swiped her fingers across the screen, zooming in on the nude photo multiple times. Displayed at the center of the screen was the distinctive gold-colored embroidery on the sofa of Champs Le Bar.
People who often go to Champs Le Bar would recognize these patterns on the sofas in its private rooms.
Murmurs spread through the crowd.
That pattern does seem familiar.
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Yes, I recall this design. This pattern is unique to Champs Le Bar.
But what does that prove about whether or not its Selah in the picture?
Lindsey faced the crowd, a confident smile on her face. Yes, it matters.
After saying that, Lindsey brought up the photo she had received anonymously. She enlarged it significantly and held it up for the crowd to see.
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The crowd surged towards Lindsey, eager for a closer look. A person leaned in towards her phone, squinting intently. This is
Lindsey announced, This is what the pattern on Champs Le Bars sofa looked like five years ago.
Instantly, that womans eyes grew wide, and she blurted out, But this pattern doesnt have any gold trim!
What does this mean? Jayleen peered closely at Lindsey and said, Not every sofa in Champs Le Bar sports the pattern with the gold trim.
On the contrary!
Right after Jayleen spoke, a deep male voice echoed from the crowd.
Everyone turned their heads, and Lindseys gaze followed.
A man in a black windbreaker emerged from the crowd.
His features were both soft and striking, his presence commanding yet somewhat daunting. Lindseys eyes flickered in recognition. Where had she seen this man before?
Her mind raced, piecing together memories. She realized he was the same man who had been with Domenic in Champs Le Bars private room.
He was Arturo Yates!