“Whether it’s Imogen, Chameleon Fox, or Sugar—aren’t they all you?”

“I said I’m not Ms. Doyle.”

Chameleon Fox’s expression hardened. “You’re a bastard, Dylan York. You flirted with me and Ms. Doyle before figuring everything out. This is two-timing. I won’t accept you, and neither would Ms. Doyle.”

Dylan’s heated gaze focused on her face. He said, “You’re saying that you aren’t Imogen. Do you dare to remove your makeup, tear off your hyper-realistic mask, and show me your true face?”

“Do you know what happens to those who have seen my true appearance? Death.

“Everyone who has seen my face is already dead. If you wish to die, I can fulfill that wish for you. However, I don’t want to offend the York family and be their enemies. Don’t make me kill you.”

She had only put on a layer of hyper-realistic mask that night. If she tore it off, it would reveal her true appearance.

Dylan smiled. “That’s because you feel guilty. You dare not show me your true face because you’re Imogen and Su