Sea City, a certain apartment.
Elysia Xander looked blankly at the man on the sofa in front of her, slowly removing his mask and glasses, unsure why he dared to come and see her.
"Didn’t Scarlett Jennings tell you not to approach me casually?"
John Dawn heard her mention Scarlett Jennings, a deep look flashed in his eyes, but he still looked at her and said,
"I don’t know what happened between you, Scarlett Jennings, and the Security Bureau. I just want to know, are you Layla Xalvadora?"
Elysia Xander coldly raised her eyes to look at him,
"Is it important to you whether I’m her or not?"
Without waiting for John Dawn to answer, Elysia Xander continued with a cold smile,
"If I say I am, would you believe me?"
She asked casually, not expecting John Dawn to reply without hesitation,
"I believe."
He said, "If you tell me personally that you are, then I believe you."
John Dawn knew his belief was rather reckless and absurd, but seeing this face, he instinctively felt the person in front of him was her.
This feeling had no reason; he just felt that the affair of taking Layla Xalvadora’s face couldn’t be done by the person in front of him.
That day in the box, she hadn’t denied it, had she?
To take a step back, if she really did such a thing, why would the Security Bureau let her come back?
Elysia Xander looked at the stubbornly foolish man in front of her, and after a long pause, said,
"I am her, but not her."
Pushing her hand against her chest, she said, "The soul inside this body is indeed Layla Xalvadora."
As for this face, she merely took a face that originally belonged to this soul.
Back then, the Black Mist man said he could help her regain Spiritual Power.
But she didn’t expect that the way to regain Spiritual Power was to merge her soul into another’s soul.
As if it were a layer of skin, directly covering her original soul.
This kind of magic, she hadn’t even heard of before.
Yet they managed to accomplish it.
Moreover, not even the Mystical Sect, nor Scarlett Jennings, discovered it.
She was still Elysia Xander, but the soul indeed became Layla Xalvadora.
Someone like her could even mislead the people of the Mystical Sect, let alone John Dawn, who was just an ordinary person.
John Dawn heard her claiming her soul was Layla Xalvadora; although it sounded a bit mystical, as long as she claimed to be Layla, he believed her.
"I knew I wouldn’t mistake it!"
Perhaps too excited, John Dawn instinctively moved a bit closer to her.
However, as soon as he approached, Elysia Xander decisively moved away, her gaze towards him growing colder,
"I said I don’t remember you, and even if I am the person you are looking for, to me, you are just a stranger.
You got your answer; you can leave now."
Although she used Layla Xalvadora’s identity, wore her soul, Elysia Xander indeed never thought of using the man in front of her.
She, Elysia Xander, even if down and out, would never rely on men to collect faith.
She could definitely gain followers with her own ability.
Just like Scarlett Jennings back then.
John Dawn felt the person in front seemed angry, but he believed the stronger the reaction, the less guilt, indicating... she was real.
John Dawn had shot many films and was adept at analyzing the inner world of various characters, convinced he understood this kind of personality well.
Since he got the answer he wanted, he had no intention to continue bothering her and got up to leave, but before departing, he still said,
"Although you don’t remember me, as long as you’re you, I’ll try to... protect you."
Elysia Xander’s eyes flickered slightly, instinctively glancing at John Dawn, seemingly not understanding his logic.



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