Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

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Chapter 815 I Am Liana

There was a very large mirror in the bathroom.

She shed her outer garment and all her clothes until she was completely naked. Josie

turned around, her back facing the mirror,

At her shoulder blade, there lay a birthmark akin to a cloud right in the middle.

Not only did it resemble Heather’s, identical in every way, but it was also in the exact

same position, not a hair’s breadth off.

Josie stared at the birthmark for a long time, a memory suddenly surfacing from her

childhood. She remembered chasing after Paul, asking, “Dad, why do I have a birthmark?”

Paul gently patted her head. “Do you find it ugly?”

“No, it’s just that I’m curious. Why do others not have it, but I do?”

Every summer, she dared not wear overly revealing clothes. Even later, when she was in

bed with Dexter, she always deliberately covered her back. When he asked her about it,

she simply said she didn’t like it from behind. It didn’t make her feel secure.

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Dexter had always respected her, never forcing anything.

After a moment of thought, Paul said, “This birthmark, perhaps, could be the key to finding

your biological parents in the future. So, it could also be considered a form of luck, don’t

you think?”

Josie nodded, then shook her head. “I want to stay with you. I don’t want to find my

biological parents.”

Paul was comforted and laughingly called her silly.

With each memory of the past, a pang of sorrow struck Josie.

She always felt as if she was dreaming, and only when she opened her eyes again to see

the birthmark on her back did she feel the reality of it all. This mark, which had been with

her for over twenty years, played a crucial role at that moment.

Her speculation was confirmed. Josie and Liana. How remarkably similar we are. Even our

eyebrows and eyes bear a striking resemblance.

Every time she saw Mark and Claudia, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Fate had been hinting at her identity all along, yet she persistently used all sorts of

excuses to avoid. recognition.

Angel had been waiting outside for a long time, anxiously knocking on the door, “Ms. Jo,

are you okay?”

Josie didn’t hear it. Clarity washed over her at that instant as the cold water flowed down

from her head to toe. How could Heather replicate my birthmark exactly in the exact same

manner when the only other person who knew about it was Pop? If I am real, why was

Heather able to pass the DNA test? Dexter even did it once on his own. Am I a fake, then?

Josie opened his eyes, her breathing suddenly becoming heavy. Someone has tampered

with it. Heather alone couldn’t have done this. How many people does she have backing

her up?

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pracy. She would need to use her immense intellect to

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unravel this mystery. She had an inexplicable premonition. Perhaps solving this puzzle will

lead me to Pop!

After what felt like an eternity, Josie finally opened the bathroom door. Angel looked at her

anxiously. “Ms. Jo, you scared me to death.”

Josie was drying her hair with a towel, managing a smile. “I’m sorry. I’m fine. I’m just

feeling a bit down.”

Angel seemed a bit confused. “Um… Did Mr. Bastille come back with you? I noticed his car

has been parked downstairs, and he hasn’t left.”

Josie raised an eyebrow, walking over to the balcony. Sure enough, she saw Morgan

leaning against his car downstairs, nonchalantly smoking a cigarette. His demeanor and

the elegant way he moved were exactly like the scion he was back in university.

He saw her, his eyes curving into a smile, and he waved at her.

Josie closed the balcony door and returned to her room.

Angel was very curious, “Ms. Jo, you know Mr. Bastille?”

“He… could be considered an old acquaintance.” Josie carefully chose her words. She had

no intention of sharing her discoveries that night with anyone, as she was unsure who

could truly be trusted.

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