"Who are you?"
The doorman finally noticed them and hurriedly went forward to ask.
Nicole smiled faintly. Before she could say anything, she heard the other party immediately say
respectfully, "Ms. Miller, you are alright now? May I ask who he is?"
Samuel's expression immediately went gloomy.
"Are you blind? Take a good look. Is she your 'Ms. Miller'?"
The doorman examined Nicole, and then said, "Ms. Miller, you seem to have gained some weight."
"Look closely!"
Samuel got angrier and angrier.
Nicole hurriedly pulled him back.
"It's useless. They won't understand. Back then, just like them, when I saw Adela, it was like looking in
a mirror. I think this is probably the main purpose of Allen's plastic surgery on me so as to make me
look like Adela. Perhaps someone has expected that one day I will become Adela's substitute."
Nicole said to Samuel in a voice that only they could hear.
Samuel held Nicole's hand tightly and said in a low voice, "No matter what, you are yourself. You will
not be a substitute for anyone. I will definitely not allow it to happen!"
"I believe you, but this matter is probably beyond our control."
As they spoke, a couple had already walked out. When they saw Nicole and Samuel, they immediately
burst into tears.
"Adela, Adela, here you are."
The woman took a step forward and hugged Nicole tightly.
When Samuel wanted to push away the woman, he saw a flash not far away, and a lot of reporters
immediately rushed out.
"Ms. Miller, are you well?"
"Ms. Miller, I heard that you're getting engaged with Allen, the president of the Brook Group. Is that
true?"
"Ms. Miller, when is your wedding day?"
As Nicole was bombarded with questions, she and Samuel were separated.
Samuel's eyes suddenly turned cold. He wanted to rush over and pull Nicole over, but he saw Nicole
shaking her head at him.
The other party wanted Nicole to pretend to be Adela. If Nicole didn't cooperate, how could the play
continue?
Samuel was very worried about Nicole, but Nicole was a knowledgeable person and would definitely
not let herself suffer a loss. Moreover, he had made some arrangements outside. Seeing Nicole
behaved in this way, under the push of the crowd, Samuel left the crowd outside the Miller's secretly.
When Adela's parents saw that Samuel had been pushed away, they immediately had someone
secretly take Samuel away.
Adela's mother, Cynthia, hugged Nicole and cried for a while. She hurriedly protected Nicole in her
arms. Although outsiders thought she seemed to be protecting Nicole, Nicole knew that this was a kind
of coercion.
Mrs. Miller was tightly clasping onto Nicole's waist, so Nicole didn't have the slightest bit of strength.
For the sake of the child, Nicole endured it. She wanted to see what the Millers were up to.
In front of the media, Cynthia pretended to be pitiful and said, "Thank you for your hard work. My
daughter has just recovered from her illness. I hope that everyone will not put too much pressure on
her. As for the marriage with the Miller family, we will come forward and tell everyone. Now that our
daughter needs to rest, please disperse."
When reporters heard it, they showed their understanding.
"That's right. It's a good thing that Ms. Miller has recovered and returned. Let's not disturb their reunion.
We can come another day."
"Yes, let's visit another time."
Under the intentional guidance, the reporters had already dispersed. Meanwhile, Samuel disappeared.
Nicole looked at the lady in front of her. She was about forty or fifty years old, and she was well
maintained. However, she did not dare to look at Nicole.
After the crowd dispersed, Cynthia said in a low voice, "I know you're reluctant, but there’s nothing we
can do now. If you still want to leave this place alive, cooperate with us. We also want to finish this play
as soon as possible so that Adela can be buried."
Nicole sneered and didn't say anything.
Words were made superfluous.
Adela's father, Professor Neville Miller glanced at Nicole. He had to admit that Nicole really looked like
his daughter. If he hadn't known in advance that his daughter had died, perhaps he would have really
taken Nicole as his daughter.
Seeing Neville's affection for his daughter, Nicole sighed and said, "I have met Adela a few times. To
some degree, we are friends. As long as you don't go too far, I will guarantee your safety."
"Are you and Adela friends?"
Cynthia looked surprised.
"How is that possible? Adela rarely went out. She...."
"We once met in Dungeon."
Hearing it, Adela's parents were astonished.
"Where is Laurence? I want to see him."
Nicole came for Laurence. Since she found that they were not too unreasonable, she couldn't help but
ask.
Cynthia paused for a moment and said, "Let's not talk about Laurence. Go in first. There are so many
people staring at us outside. It's not good for us to stand here. If you don't want anything to happen to
your husband, you'd better cooperate with us."
"Mrs. Miller, I don't like your threatening tone. You know, if I cooperate, it may be good for you. But if I
don't cooperate, I have plenty of ways to let the public know about this. Don't think that only your family
can afford to hire reporters."
Nicole's face darkened.
Neville instantly regained his senses.
Nicole was not his own daughter!
His daughter was dead!
Moreover, Adela definitely wouldn't talk to him like this!
Neville's eyes turned wet and he said, "Let's go in."
Seeing that Neville did not say anything, Cynthia quickly shut her mouth.
It could be seen that Cynthia listened to her husband.
Nicole, and the two entered the house.
The Miller family had a long history. If Zac hadn't given Nicole such information, Nicole might not really
know about it. After Nicole entered the house, she could tell from the layout that such a family had
always been powerful.
This was an ancient garden design. The pavilions, pavilions, and rockery ponds were all constructed
according to the specifications of the ancient great clans. Today, they still maintained their original
features.
After passing through the arches, Nicole really felt as if she had transmigrated to ancient times.
The Millers couldn't help but look at Nicole differently when they saw her at ease.
If Adela had this kind of courage, would she still stay by their side?
Thinking of this, they got teary-eyed.
"Stop looking. Hurry up and go in. Someone is waiting for you."
"It's Laurel, right?"
Nicole directly spoke out her guess.
Laurel was quite patient, for she was able to wait behind the scenes until now. Moreover, Nicole knew
that other than Laurel, no one else would have the patience to play such a big game.
From the beginning when she fell in love with Samuel, all of this was probably in Laurel's calculations.
Laurel was too scary. Nicole had no confidence in fighting with her. But she had Samuel's support, and
she wanted to laugh.
Seeing that Nicole had a smile on her face, Cynthia sighed and said, "Since you know who it is, hurry
up and go in. For the sake of your resemblance to my daughter, let me kindly remind you that Laurel is
our matriarch and occupies a very important position in our family. It can be said that she has the final
say in the current Miller family. Moreover, don't underestimate her because she is over half a hundred
old. Let me tell you, her connections and abilities are beyond your imagination. "
"Thank you."
Nicole nodded at Cynthia without saying anything else.
Naturally, Nicole did not dare to look down on Laurel. After all, Nicole had suffered a loss. But she
would not follow the path that Laurel had planned for her.
Neville hesitated, but he didn't say anything in the end.
They passed through an arch and arrived at the main hall.
This hall was the same as the one in ancient times. Two mahogany doors were open. In the middle,
there was an ancestral portrait of an unknown generation of the Miller family. Sitting in the hall like a
queen, Laurel looked coldly at Nicole and Adela's parents who were walking towards her.
"Kneel down!"
Laurel suddenly roared, startling the Adela's parents.
However, Nicole stood coldly in front of her and asked, "Laurel, in what capacity you want me to kneel
down?"
"What do you think? In the Green family, I am your mother-in-law. You should listen to me. In this place,
I am the matriarch. If you are on this land, you must listen to me!"
Hearing Laurel's shameless answer, Nicole immediately laughed.
"Laurel Green has already died. May I ask if you are a ghost? In the Miller's, you asked me to listen to
you. May I ask if I have any relationship with your family?"
"Nicole, do you really think you're still in the Greens? Or do you think Finn will protect you? Let me tell
you, after entering the gate of the Miller's, you have to listen to me! And from now on, you're not Nicole,
but Adela!"
Laurel looked worse than when she left the Green family. If it weren't for the fact that she was far away
from Nicole, Nicole would be eager to find out if Laurel was sick.
Nicole scoffed at Laurel's words.
"I am myself. My name is Nicole. If you want me to be Adela, it depends on whether you have the
ability to do so. How about we talk about why I changed my face five years ago?"
Laurel sneered and said, "You're too naïve. Do you really think yourself as an honorable guest? Let me
tell you. Once you come here, you are under my mercy. Have her kneel down!"
As he spoke, several sturdy men came out of the inner hall. Each of them held a stick in their hands
and knocked towards Nicole's knees.
"Wait!"
Seeing that they were holding sticks in their hands, Nicole felt a little timid.
Not only her knees but also the child might not be able to withstand the blow.
Seeing Nicole's frightened gaze, Laurel smiled slightly.
"Are you scared?"
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