The room went completely silent.
Even the gunfire downstairs suddenly felt distant.
Emily stared at the woman standing inside the smoke-filled room, her entire body frozen in shock.
No.
It couldn't be.
But the resemblance was impossible to ignore.
The same eyes.
The same face shape.
The same cold elegance her mother once carried in every photograph.
Emily's heartbeat became painfully loud.
Alexander immediately stepped protectively in front of her again, his gun raised without hesitation.
The mysterious woman simply smiled.
Calm.
Unbothered.
As if she had expected this exact reaction.
"Well," she said softly, "you've grown up beautifully."
Emily's breath caught.
Because the woman was looking directly at her.
Like she already knew her.
Alexander's voice turned dangerously cold.
"Who are you?"
The woman's gaze slowly shifted toward him.
Then she smiled faintly.
"So this is the famous Alexander Knight."
