CHAPTER 494: TRUE COLORS REVEALED

When Damien’s words fell, the room went silent for a moment before all eyes turned to Selina and the imposter.

Damien seemed to notice the imposter’s growing panic and drawled, "This should be an easy one—basically a freebie..."

He turned his head toward the imposter. "You answer first?"

Panic flashed in the imposter’s eyes. She bit her lip in frustration. Why me first? Damien is totally biased. Why doesn’t that Selina have to go first?

Hannah saw the flicker of hesitation on the imposter’s face and silently cursed. Not good.

But before she could intervene, the imposter blurted out,

"If I answer first, what if that woman copies me?!"

Idiot! Hannah cursed again inwardly.

The real Selina had no fear. Even if her answer got copied on one question, she could handle the rest—she would answer confidently and immediately. That was what the real Selina should do.

By refusing to answer first, the imposter made herself look suspicious—not just to Hannah, but to everyone else.

Sure enough, Damien’s brows creased slightly. "You don’t want to answer? Fine then—your turn."

His gaze shifted to Selina.

Selina arched a brow, clearly amused at the imposter’s foolishness.

"Contracts."

"Mm, correct." Damien’s tone stayed calm as he looked back at the imposter. "Both Selenas seem convincing—I can’t tell who’s real. I’ll give you another chance. What kind of contracts are in that drawer?"

To bystanders, the follow-up sounded fair enough.

One answered "contracts," so Damien simply asked what kind—it made perfect sense.

But to the imposter, it felt like a trap.

"Uh, I—I..." Her voice faltered. How the hell would I know?!

Damn Aiden! she thought bitterly. He said he was on my side, so why bring Damien into this?!

"You..." Damien’s brows pulled together with a hint of doubt. "Selina should know exactly what’s in that drawer—it’s something all of us are aware of, hardly even a secret. You really can’t answer?"

Murmurs rippled across the room as skeptical eyes bore into the imposter like sharp pins.

Damien smiled faintly. "Fine. I won’t press you on that one. Next question—when’s my birthday?"

The moment he asked, the live stream chat exploded.

Damien’s fans flooded the comments:

Isn’t the actor’s birthday August 20th?

Yeah! We celebrate it every year on August 20—it’s all over social media! This one’s basically a giveaway!

If anyone gets this wrong, they’re 100% fake.

The imposter exhaled in relief. She had studied everyone around Selina thoroughly. Of course she knew Damien’s birthday.

"August twentieth," she answered with confidence.

Damien gave a small nod, then turned to Selina. "And your answer?"

Selina’s lips curved into a teasing smile.

"August eighteenth."

The entire room—and the live-stream chat—froze in shock.

The famous actor had always celebrated his birthday on August 20. It even trended online every year. How could she mess that up?

The imposter pounced.

"Big brother, it’s obvious now—she doesn’t even know your birthday! She’s the fake!"

Hannah frowned slightly, a nagging feeling creeping in—something wasn’t right.

Damien suddenly turned, his tone sharp.

"I think you’re the fake!"

His brows furrowed.

"Everyone close to me knows my real birthday is August 18. but the entertainment company made a mistake and wrote it as August 20. Outsiders wouldn’t know the truth—but why don’t you?"

Because of a mistake made by Damien’s entertainment company, his birthday had been listed wrong for years—and he had gotten used to it.

For anyone else not to know the truth was normal.

But for Selina, Damien’s sister, not to know?

The imposter’s expression instantly crumbled.

"N-no, big brother, listen to me, it’s because I—"

"You couldn’t even answer the simple question just now. And now you don’t even know my birthday." Damien’s tone hardened. "I don’t think I need to ask anything else. Selina wouldn’t get two simple questions wrong in a row."

"No! No, it’s not like that!" The imposter panicked, her voice breaking. "I just... I just couldn’t remember for a moment! Big brother, you—you can’t decide I’m not your sister just because of two questions! Dad, you can vouch for me, can’t you? Dad?"

Joe hesitated for a beat before forcing out, "I... I’m Selina’s father. I know my daughter well. The Selina by my side is the real one. I wouldn’t mistake her."

Damien gave a cold laugh.

"Maybe Mr. Brown’s question was too far back in time. Let’s ask a few from more recent memory."

Selina’s lips curved, her tone sharp with meaning as she looked straight at the imposter.

"Everyone knows Mrs. Reid worked at Reid Group for a month as Logan’s assistant. So, Mrs. Reid—do you even know the layout of the office you worked in?"

The Reid Group shareholders and board members perked up at that.

The imposter’s heart skipped. She clenched her teeth. Selina, you meddlesome witch—why would you ask that?

"Can’t answer? Then I will." Selina’s voice was crisp. "As Logan’s assistant, my office was on the 60th floor, right next to the secretary’s office, with only one door between it and the CEO’s office."

"Next question—how many people work in the secretary’s office?"

The imposter stammered, "Fifteen..."

"The publicly listed number is fifteen, yes. But two are currently on assignment and haven’t returned yet. Add them, and the total is seventeen."

"Third question—the company that signed a partnership with Reid Group last month, is its headquarters in City R or City H?"

The imposter answered instinctively, "City H..."

"Wrong," Selina corrected, her tone cool as ice. "It’s City R. And in three months, Mrs. Reid is scheduled to attend a meeting there. How could you forget that?"

Selina smoothed a strand of hair back, her red lips curving into a slight smile.

"But I remember everything—clear as day. You tell me, between us... who’s the imposter?"

The room went dead silent.

The real Selina wouldn’t forget Damien’s birthday.

Wouldn’t forget the contracts in the old estate.

Wouldn’t forget the office layout.

Wouldn’t forget the location of a key meeting.

Impossible.

No one said it out loud, but the conclusion settled like stone in their minds.

Trying to impersonate someone—even if you looked identical—you were bound to slip up on the details.

Damien nodded slightly and turned to Joe.

"Looks like Director Morris made the same mistake again. Something so obvious, yet you keep getting it wrong, over and over."

Joe’s face flushed bright red.

He looked from the trembling, panicked imposter... to Selina, calm and poised as ever... and felt his heart twist painfully.

And the eyes around him—full of ridicule and disdain—stung him like needles, leaving him both angry and ashamed.

No... I didn’t misidentify her—I was tricked!

He stumbled back two steps, as if desperate to sever all ties, his face mottled with rage.

"You—who the hell are you?!"