The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 2228

This person, Delia, has the exact same face as Cecilia.

I stared at her, unable to look away.

My heart skipped a beat at this long-lost smiling face. I could not tell what I was feeling.

"Hello everyone, I'm Delia Owens. I hope to get guidance from everyone here."

Her voice was soft and somewhat similar to Cecilia's.

For a moment, my legs seemed to be filled with lead. I could not move, and half my body seemed to be frozen. My eyes followed Delia, and my tears fell unconsciously.

"Wanda, quick, wipe your tears."

Shannon quickly took out a tissue and wiped away my tears. "Wanda, are you alright?" Her tone was a little anxious.

Theo had also come to my side at this time. "Wanda."

Hearing his deep voice calling me, I snapped out of it and looked at the two of them. "Do you guys see her? I’m not mistaken this time, right? She really looks exactly like Cecilia."

I was happy and could not help the smile creeping onto my face. At the same time, I could not believe how she was so similar to Cecilia. I never heard of her having a twin.

If this was a coincidence, then it was too much of one…

My eyes turned toward Delia again. She was now getting to know the directors and producers under Lola’s guide. "Lola should be bringing her here to meet us too, right?" I asked softly.

"Wanda, sober up." Shannon held my hand tightly, reminding me.

I nodded and forced myself to calm down.

Not long after, Lola brought Delia over to us slowly. She pursed her lips and smiled lightly, looking extremely gentle. This was probably the only difference between her and Cecilia.

"This is President Grant of Grant Corporation, and this is his wife. President Lane also has her own company called Green Orange Cross-Trade. Harriet just worked with her.”

"President Grant, President Lane, I hope to have the opportunity to work with you in the future." Her voice was as sweet as a lark’s.

I stared at her, my gaze burning. Delia's expression changed slightly. Perhaps I was too enthusiastic, but she asked me politely, “With how you’re looking at me, is there something on my face, President Lane?”