Guess Whose Face This Is
"It’s not wise for you to appear before them right now.Why don’t I go instead?" Charles grimly stated.
That was when Clarissa immediately offered, "I’ll go with you since I’m more adept at determining
whether Zachary is truly dead."
Charles glanced at her with deep intent before finally nodding.
"Okay, let’s go."
The two promptly took their leave.
A dark emotion flickered in Kathleen’s narrowed eyes just then.Doesn’t Clarissa seem a little too
proactive? Oh well.I guess it’s best to let Charles realize some things on his own.
After all, who’s to say Charles is interested in Clarissa? Plus, she might not want him to know her
feelings.If I tell Charles that I think Clarissa’s interested in him, it might make things awkward.
The only thing keeping Kathleen together these days was Samuel.
However, a week had already passed, yet he showed no signs of waking up.He would previously twitch
a little when dreaming, but that did not happen anymore.
How frustrating! With that thought, Kathleen turned to go upstairs and check on him.
Samuel lay unconscious on the bed.His breathing was stable, but his chest barely rose or fell.
Kathleen approached him, sat on the bed, and held his hand while speaking.
"I used to think you were too quiet and wondered if you talked more when around Nicolette.Now that
I’m seeing you like this, I can’t help but miss the way you used to be.
"Please wake up, Samuel.Haven’t you slept enough? Please just come around, okay? Let’s not fight
anymore.Can’t we spend the rest of our days peacefully?"
Despite her efforts, Samuel did not respond.That sparked annoyance in Kathleen, who instantly
snapped, "I’ve already asked you nicely! Why won’t you wake up? Ugh, you’re so mean!"
There was still no response.
Subsequently, Kathleen leaned closer to him while frowning.
"What’s so good about staying unconscious anyway? Don’t tell me that you’re dreaming about
Nicolette!"
It was then that she pointed at Samuel’s chiseled face.
"Do you not love me anymore? I bet the Nicolette in your dreams is super gentle toward you, huh? I bet
she’s so much better than me.Is that why you’re unwilling to wake up?"
Only silence came from Samuel.
"Jeez, fine.I’ll stop joking around.You go ahead and rest up then," said a sighing Kathleen.
She adjusted the blanket over Samuel before walking out of the room.By the time she went downstairs,
Tyson had just entered the manor.
"Mrs.Macari," Tyson greeted.
He never stopped addressing Kathleen with that title, but the latter did not mind.
"What’s the matter?" Kathleen asked.
"News about Mr.Macari being unconscious hasn’t got out yet.However, there’s this event that Mr.Macari
needs to attend, no matter what."
Tyson seemed like he was in a dilemma.
"What event is it?" asked a curious Kathleen.
"The birthday party of the daughter of Mr.Macari’s mentor."
"Oh."
Kathleen’s brows arched in confusion as she repeated, "Samuel’s mentor?"
That was when Tyson realized something.
"Oh, my apologies.I forgot that you lost your memories, Mrs.Macari.But yes, that mentor named
Stephen Yackley significantly aided Mr.Macari when the latter was younger.It’s now the twentieth
birthday of Stephen’s daughter, and their family has extended an invitation to Mr.Macari.They insisted
that he attend."
With that, he handed the invitation card to Kathleen.
The latter glanced at it briefly before asking, "We can’t decline at all?"
Tyson nodded.
"Indeed.Not at all." A frown crept up Kathleen’s face.
"I need to think about what to do."
Following that, Tyson stood wordlessly beside her as she brainstormed for what felt like
forever. eventually stated in a helpless tone, "If there’s nothing we
can do about it, then let’s just get someone to pose as Samuel for the event."
"What?"
Tyson’s eyes rounded in utter shock.
"Pose as Mr.Macari?"
Kathleen nodded with the utmost seriousness.
"Don’t you recall how easy it was for me to disguise myself back then?"
Her words only fueled Tyson’s alarmed response as he exclaimed, "Still, won’t it be too difficult?"
"What’s difficult is finding someone with the same height and aura as Samuel."
Kathleen massaged her temples before asking, "Do you know anyone who could fit the bill?"
Tyson shook his head, thinking it was truly impossible to locate such a person.It was then that Yadiel
walked past Kathleen with the medicinal ingredients that he helped her purchase from Lewis
Enterprises.He was moving them into the office.
"Stop right there!" Kathleen boomed all of a sudden.
Yadiel froze in his steps, asking, "Is something the matter, Dr.Johnson?"
Kathleen walked over and got on her tiptoes to examine his height.
Moments passed before she nodded satisfactorily.
"Not bad.Not bad at all.You’re perfect."
Perplexed, Yadiel’s brows scrunched together as he wondered what she was up to.
"Wait here! Don’t move a muscle!"
Kathleen instructed while patting his shoulders.
Hence, Yadiel remained stiffly in that position while Kathleen ran upstairs.The latter brought down a set
of Samuel’s suits from the room upstairs and handed it to Yadiel.
"Put these on," she said.
Yadiel cautiously eyed the luxury brand suit in Kathleen’s hands.His frown eventually deepened as he
asked, "What is all this about, Dr.Johnson?"
"Quit asking questions, and get to it!" Kathleen urged.
"Come to the office once you’re done.As for you, Tyson, I want you to follow me."
"Okay."
Tyson obediently joined Kathleen in the office right away.
At the same time, Yadiel brought the suit set to the washroom and got changed.
Minutes passed before he walked into Kathleen’s office in Samuel’s clothes.
That was when Kathleen took out her tool kit and asked Yadiel to sit down.
Seeing the tool kit, Yadiel was alarmed and instantly questioned, "What are you planning to do,
Dr.Johnson?"
"Stay still.I’m going to put you in a disguise.Now, remember, you’re going to be Samuel tonight."
What? Yadiel’s eyes went wide upon learning what he had gotten roped into.
"Tyson, I want you to tell him all of Samuel’s quirks and habits," Kathleen instructed.
"Understood," replied a nodding Tyson.
He then relayed every bit of information regarding Samuel’s habits and behaviors when attending
events.
"Firstly, Mr.Macari never drinks in public."
That sound of that left Kathleen dumbstruck.
"Doesn’t he drink?"
"Nope."
Tyson explained, "You have no idea, Mrs.Macari, but he stopped drinking ever since you left.He didn’t
want other women to get him drunk with ulterior motives.Thus, he would refuse even if others handed
him a mere cup of water."
Silence befell Kathleen at that point.She had never expected such a thing to happen.
Tyson shot a wary look at Kathleen before resuming, "There’s more.Mr.Macari refuses to dance with
other women, regardless of who they are.It doesn’t matter even if it’s his own mother."
Yadiel nodded, patiently digesting all the information.
"Of course, if someone asks you something you can’t answer or don’t feel comfortable answering, you
can always remain silent."
Tyson was helpful in advising, "This way, the other party can’t guess what you’re thinking and won’t
dare to ask further."
"I see," Yadiel replied.
"All right.You’re going to stop talking now."
With that, Kathleen began inserting a pipe into Yadiel’s mouth so that he could breathe.She then
poured some plaster onto his features to form a face cast.
Two hours later, a completely different-looking Yadiel stood before Kathleen and Tyson.
Seeing that made Tyson clap eagerly while exclaiming, "My God, Mrs.Macari, you’re incredible!"
"Oh, hush."
Kathleen humbly explained, "I merely learned a few things about disguise-making that are enough to
get us through this."
"Don’t worry, Mrs.Macari.I’ll make sure to diligently watch over Yadiel tonight," Tyson promised.
That was when Kathleen pulled out another hyper-realistic mask.
"No need.I’ll be attending the party with Yadiel."
Tyson was stunned by that but asked, "You’re going too, Mrs.Macari?"
Kathleen raised the mask but obstructed its facial features with her hand.
"Guess whose face this is?"
Unsure, Tyson shook his head and shrugged.
"Yareli’s," was all Kathleen said before letting out a ruthless chuckle.
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