All Exposed by Bullet Comments
Language: en
Just as I was about to smash the ashtray over my sister's head, a string of comments flashed before my eyes. [Seriously? Plot-induced stupidity? Why would anyone treat a fake sister better than their real one?] [Right? And isn't she supposed to be a badass CEO? Can't even spot this basic setup?] [There's literally surveillance footage. Just pull it up.] My hand slowly loosened around the ashtray. It was like a veil in my brain had been ripped away, and everything suddenly clicked into place. Of course. The girl in front of me, Christie Ferguson, was my real sister. She had been switched at…