"Iris ... you're so like her." He chanted in a low voice, frowning.
In all his years, he had seen millions of people, but never, ever, had he seen anyone who resembled Iris like that.
The resemblance between them is as high as eighty percent.
This name made sure of her suspicions.
The words that filled her ears made her more and more sure of her suspicions, and she even felt that this Iris should be a woman he used to love very, very much, and for some reason he had lost her.
And she just happened to look like that woman a lot.
Madeline's heart instantly lit up with endless hope.
She took a deep breath and continued to desperately press her desire, pleading again, "Can you spare me for the sake of, I have a similar face to her? I will repay you."
"What makes you think that I'll let you off the hook because you look like her?" He looked earnestly at her face.
