Watching Lucifer hang up the mobile phone, Leo asked, "Your Highness, what trick does the imposter want to play this time?"

"She wants to throw a party at my winery." Lucifer lightly tapped the mobile phone with his fingertips, the corner of his mouth curling into a charmingly evil arc, "Leo, go and prepare, give her a surprise."

"Your Highness, what do you mean?" Leo’s eyes suddenly lit up.

Your Highness wants to vent some anger for Miss Cecilia Branford?

"You know what I mean, go on."

Leo nodded with a smile, "Yes, Your Highness, rest assured, I promise you’ll be satisfied. This surprise will be unforgettable for the imposter!"

Lucifer certainly knew what game the imposter was playing; she believed she was flawless, that everyone had already accepted her as the real Cecilia Branford.

Thus, her boldness increased, first she moved up the wedding date, then she openly declared her intention to use his winery.

Her every move was a blatant challenge.

She was slowly taking everything that belonged to Cecilia Branford, bit by bit, until she emptied and owned them.

Unfortunately, poor Cecilia Branford still didn’t know when she would recover her appearance, let alone when she would regain her memory.

He could hardly wait to meet the once proud, spirited Cecilia Branford.

Once Cecilia Branford returned, what was the imposter? Sooner or later, she would be stripped of her facade, revealing her true self.

Lucifer picked up the phone and called Sophie Sullivan.

"Dear, have you missed me?"

Sophie Sullivan’s voice was lazy, as if she had just woken up; she murmured, "Lucifer, you woke me up from sleep."

"So heartbreaking, Cecilia Branford didn’t miss me." Lucifer sighed deeply, like a little abandoned soul.

Sophie Sullivan burst into laughter immediately, "Lucifer, your acting isn’t brilliant enough; you still need to keep working hard. Come on, I believe in you."

Lucifer laughed and cried, paused a moment, then asked seriously, "Cecilia Branford, how’s your face recovering?"

Sophie Sullivan suddenly lowered her voice, sneakily, "Lucifer, take a guess."

Would he guess?

Of course he would... it must be recovered.

"Dear, you’ve recovered your appearance, haven’t you?"

Sophie Sullivan was shocked, God, one guess hit the mark!

"Lucifer, do you have clairvoyance?"

"No, I have telepathy."

"Nonsense, we’re not twins, where does the telepathy come from?" Sophie Sullivan sneakily warned him, "Lucifer, you’re the second to know, you can’t spread the word."

The second?

He’s only the second to know?

Lucifer was a bit displeased, as his emotional voice transmitted through to Sophie Sullivan’s ears, "I’m the second, then who’s the first?"

"Of course, it’s Old Mr. Standford."

Old Mr. Standford?

Meaning, aside from the doctor, he’s the first to know?

Thinking of this, Lucifer felt balanced inside, immediately blossomed with joy, wishing he could sprout wings and fly to her side to give her a hug.

"Cecilia Branford, I truly want to fly to your side right now."

...

Onassis Old Castle.

After putting down the mobile phone, Cecilia Branford raised the corner of her mouth, an arrogant look flashing in her eyes.

She looked at herself in the mirror, lifted her hand, and stroked this face she found both familiar and unfamiliar.

Cecilia Branford, everything of yours will belong to me.

Including your most beloved fiance, and the one who loves you most, Lucifer.