Chapter 261

Sophia Lowell's pupils constricted violently.

She whipped her head toward Evelyn Laurent, her fingers trembling uncontrollably.

Evelyn stood bathed in the spotlight, her icy demeanor a stark contrast to the boisterous crowd. A faint smirk played on her lips, her mocking gaze cutting through Sophia like a knife.

That face—bearing an uncanny resemblance to Victoria Langley—was now unbearably painful to behold.

Sophia's world spun.

"This can't be..." she whispered, nails digging deep into her palms.

All this time, she'd been the fool.

Evelyn had known everything, silently watching her pathetic performance. Those meaningful glances, those loaded silences—they were all taunts!

"Evelyn Laurent!" Sophia's voice cracked with hysteria. "You've been playing me?"

She remembered Evelyn's amused smirk when she'd proudly claimed to be the seventh Langley heiress. Humiliation crashed over her in waves.

Vincent Lowell and his family turned ashen.

Vincent trembled in his wheelchair, lips quivering wordlessly. The adopted daughter they'd cast out was the true Langley princess!

Everything made sense now.

The sudden misfortunes, the mysterious setbacks...

Evelyn strode toward the podium.

Victoria and Richard Langley immediately rose to greet her. The six Langley brothers stood in unison, their gazes warm with affection.

When Evelyn took her place beside Victoria, the audience gasped.

The mother and daughter shared identical poise and features—more convincing than any DNA test.

Lillian Rothschild smiled approvingly. Students who'd opposed Evelyn now paled.

"Enjoying the show, brother?" Isabella Valentine swirled her wine glass.

Oliver Valentine scoffed. "That impostor should've been exposed ages ago."

The room erupted.

"My God! Evelyn is the real heiress!"

"How dare Sophia pretend to be her!"

"No wonder Evelyn never bothered to explain..."

The whispers crashed over Sophia like tidal waves.

She stood frozen, mind blank.

Evelyn calmly displayed her phone. The donation records on screen burned into everyone's retinas.

"These are the authentic records." Her voice was glacial. "Sophia's were forged."