Chapter 345

It was no coincidence; the wax figure in the basement was a perfect, one-to-one replica of me. It even captured my expressions perfectly.

It suggested that Evander had been studying me for a long time, even before my death.

After my death, he lost his inspiration, but when Harper, a girl with a face remarkably similar to mine, appeared, he began to target me again.

So he didn't like me; it was his