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The woman on the sofa looked at Elijah, noticing his unrestrained gaze upon her.

Her brows furrowed, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

It was at this moment that Elijah finally realized why she seemed so familiar.

This woman bore a striking resemblance to Olivia, though not identical, at least six or seven parts similar.

The reason Elijah hadn't recognized her immediately was because this woman embodied an extreme maturity, a natural aura of elegance and nobility, quite the opposite of Olivia's youthful, girlish charm.

"Are you... Kylie?" Elijah blurted out, astonished.

"You know me?" Kylie responded icily, showing no hint of a friendly demeanor despite the possibility that Elijah might know her.

"You... you know the chairman?" Wendy was equally surprised.

"I'm Quentin... Actually, I should call you cousin. You have a daughter named Olivia, right? I met her a few years ago," Elijah lied smoothly, keeping a straight face.