Victoria Kingsley, a young lady of slight build, rushed to the emergency registration counter while carrying a bloodied man on her back with all her strength. She said hurriedly, "This guy needs emergency treatment! He passed out in a car accident."
Victoria felt that today was really not her day. She was riding her motorcycle on her way to deliver takeouts when a Ferrari nearby got knocked off the road by a large truck running the red light. The Ferrari was severely wrecked, its windows shattered and its trunk on fire. It might explode at any minute, and its driver was covered in blood and unconscious in his seat.
Victoria had no idea what gave her the courage at the time. Without a second thought, she raced to the car and desperately pulled the guy out of it. As soon as she dragged him several meters away, she heard a loud kaboom! The car exploded right away. Toria was shaken with fright. If she had been a little bit slower, she would probably have been blown to pieces along with the guy!
Just then, however, the severely injured man grasped her wrist with all his might as if clutching at straws. He mumbled in a daze, "Help me! Send me to the hospital… I'll pay you 100 million…"
Victoria was stunned. 100 million? Did I just save the world's richest man by chance?
At the payment window, the cashier asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Kingsley..."
She was about to give her name when the cashier interrupted, "Oh, you're the daughter of our hospital director, Chloe Turner, right?"
Chloe Turner, her identical twin sister.
Their faces and heights were like carbon copies of each other.
But... their fates were entirely different.
Since she was born, she had been taken away and sold multiple times before ending up with her current foster parents.
A month ago, her foster parents were in a terrible car accident, resulting in severe injuries that required expensive medical treatment.
At that moment, her biological parents suddenly appeared, offering to pay for the treatment on the condition that Victoria must donate her bone marrow to the Turner Family's youngest son, who had leukemia, and that she must not reveal her face, which was identical to Chloe Turner's.
Her biological mother, Grace, said, "Our Chloe is skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and dance. She is also the most beautiful woman in New Orleans. But you are just a country girl, unworthy of the spotlight. Your existence must not tarnish Chloe's good name."
To save her foster parents, Victoria swallowed her pride and agreed.
Tonight, while delivering food late at night, she didn't bother to put on makeup, not expecting to be recognized.
Moreover, she accidentally entered her biological father's hospital and had no choice but to pretend to be 'Chloe Turner,' using her name to pay $5000 for the surgery.
After handling everything, an exhausted Victoria returned to her rented apartment, took a shower, and while washing her dirty clothes, she found a black diamond-shaped ring in her pocket. Without thinking much, Victoria placed the ring on the table and lay down on her bed to take a nap.
She didn't know how long she had slept when there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
She shuffled to the door in her slippers and opened it, only to see Chloe Turner pushing her way in.
"What are you doing here..." Before Victoria could finish her sentence, Chloe slapped her across the face. "Victoria, are you stupid? Did you forget everything I told you?"
Chloe, tall and slender, with her long black hair flowing over her shoulders, had exquisitely beautiful features lightly adorned with makeup. Her exceptional grace and noble demeanor were captivating and naturally commanding.
Compared to Victoria, who was dressed in cheap pajamas and wearing $1 flip-flops, the two were worlds apart.
Victoria, furious, swung her hand and slapped Chloe across the face.
Despite being forced to endure the torment of her biological parents to save her adoptive parents, Victoria was never one to be bullied or intimidated.
With a crisp slap, Chloe let out a scream, "Toria, how dare you hit me?"
Toria's strength was much greater than Chloe's, leaving Chloe's cheek slightly swollen from the slap. Toria shook her stinging hand, her brows furrowed, "Take it! I'm not your mother. Do you really think I'd tolerate your spoiled behavior?"
"You took some random guy to my dad's hospital in the middle of the night. How am I supposed to face people if this gets out? And you think you're in the right?" Chloe, red with anger, pointed at Toria and continued, "I warned you when you came to New Orleans, don't go around flaunting 'my face.' Do you want your adoptive parents to die?"
If someone hadn't told her dad this morning, she would still be in the dark.
"Your face... ha." Toria let out a bitter laugh, her eyes filled with sorrow.
Such was her unjust fate. Even though we looked the same, I didn't even have the right to show my real face.
Just then, Chloe's phone rang.
She walked aside to take the call, and as she glanced around, her eyes fell on a black diamond ring on the table.
This ring... it looked familiar…
"Mom, what's going on?" she asked.
"Oh my gosh, sweetie! When did you save young master Carter? How could you not tell me about something so big? The Carter family just came by and said they want to meet you in a week."