Ann didn’t just go pale; cold sweat broke out across her forehead.
She had never imagined that Mr. Quinten would say something like this.
Caitlin was his savior?
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible!
Why Caitlin?
She was the one who had saved Mr. Quinten—she was certain of it.
Why should Caitlin get to take away what rightfully belonged to her?
The once lively ballroom had fallen silent, all eyes turning to Mr. Quinten and Ann, faces filled with confusion.
No one had expected Mr. Quinten to point at Caitlin and declare her his mysterious benefactor.
Even more shocking was his accusation that Ann had been pretending to be that very person.
What on earth was going on?
Could it be true? Had Ann really been faking it all along?
The livestream chat was in chaos.
【What’s happening? I can’t follow this at all.】
【No way—Victoria wouldn’t pretend to be someone else, would she?】
【I trust Victoria. Mr. Quinten must be joking with her.】
【Yeah, that has to be it.】
【...】
Across from Mr. Quinten, Ann struggled to keep her composure. She forced herself to act unbothered, calming her nerves as she looked straight at him, lips curling into a gentle smile. Her voice stayed soft as ever. “Mr. Quinten, I’m not C. I’m Victoria—the one who saved you.”
She deliberately emphasized the words “saved you.”
After all, it was Mr. Quinten who had reached out to her; that made her his savior, didn’t it?
Mr. Quinten met her gaze, eyes narrowed. “You’re saying you’re Victoria?”
“Yes.” Ann nodded, her tone solemn. “I am—one hundred percent.”
With that, she turned to Caitlin, shifting the focus. Squinting her eyes, she said, “She’s the one who’s been impersonating me on Twitter. She’s C!”
Mr. Quinten glanced at Caitlin, then back at Ann.
Only now did he see the truth.
His real savior had never been Victoria—
Ann froze in place.
She felt as if the blood in her veins was running backward.
Mr. Quinten sidestepped her, stepping directly in front of the livestream camera. His voice was firm and clear. “Good evening, everyone. I’m Owen Quinten. Let me set the record straight. Last June, I went to Silverhaven for inspiration. It was the hottest time of year, and I underestimated the heat—took no precautions and ended up collapsing from heatstroke in the middle of the street.”
“People were passing by, but no one stopped to help. In the end, a young woman came to my aid.”
“She’s the girl in that photo. She was in a hurry, and I didn’t even get to ask her name.”
“I always repay my debts. To find my benefactor, I searched everywhere. Three months ago, I spotted that familiar silhouette in a video on TikTok. I had my assistant promote the post widely, hoping that one day she’d come forward.”
“I never thought anyone would dare claim to be her. So when Victoria reposted the photo, I was thrilled—I thought I’d finally found my savior.”
He turned to Ann, his gaze razor-sharp. “Since you insist you’re the girl who helped me, then tell me—how did you help me recover from the heat that day?”
Ann shrank back, her face bleached white, unable to utter a word.
Every eye in the room was fixed on her.
It felt like a thousand knives piercing her heart.
With a thud, Ann’s knees gave out and she collapsed onto the floor, utterly humiliated.
Yet Mr. Quinten pressed on, “Cat got your tongue, Ann? If you’re willing to impersonate your own sister, and claim to be my savior just to feed your vanity, you should have prepared yourself for this moment!”
He turned to Caitlin. “I’m truly sorry, Miss Gonzales. Because of my own oversight—because I didn’t verify the details—I caused you so much undeserved trouble.”

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