After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 1890 - 1894: I Am ROY

As for the arranged marriage, it won’t be decided right away anyway, so she’ll still have a chance to let Jiao Yang go in the future.

"Tomorrow night at nine?" The Duke of Kent was furious and frowned, "Are you planning to have him leave during the banquet?!"

The banquet starts at seven. If Jiao Yang wants to catch the plane, he’ll have to leave at eight. That’s exactly when all the guests are arriving. If Jiao Yang doesn’t show up then, where does that leave the Duke of Kent’s face?!

"Exactly!" Jiao Yalin frowned, "Because I don’t want him to end up like me, stepping into a painful marriage, enduring betrayal and lies, yet still trying hard to smile."

With a cold snort, she turned around and slammed the door as she left.

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Italy, Rome City.

Leng Zirui drove his car, leaving the hotel he rented, but did not immediately head to Leng Zimo’s place. Instead, he drove around the city.

After circling two streets and confirming no one was following him, he turned the car onto the correct road.

Glancing at the navigation map on the car, he noticed a hotel. Leng Zirui took out his phone and dialed Leng Zimo’s number.

"Not far from your hotel, there’s a Firefox Bar. Let’s meet there. Come alone; I’ll be there in about half an hour."

"Alright."

On the other end, Leng Zimo readily agreed.

Hanging up the phone, Leng Zirui pressed the accelerator, and the car headed towards the Firefox Bar.

He parked the car two streets away from the Firefox Hotel, got out, lazily played with the car keys, and walked towards the bar. Passing a store, he bought a sun hat and put it on, then entered the bar.

Since it was still morning, the bar was not very crowded.

Leng Zirui found a hidden spot convenient for observing the surroundings and sat down, ordering a non-alcoholic drink.

A moment later, Leng Zimo appeared at the bar’s entrance.

Seeing him, Leng Zirui immediately sent a text message, "I’m in the corner."

Leng Zimo glanced at his phone, his gaze falling on the corner, where he saw Leng Zirui waving at him. He walked over and sat down across from Leng Zirui, "What should I call you?"

With a smile, Leng Zirui slid the drink he had ordered over to him and lifted his sunglasses, "Hello, I am ROY!"

His gaze crossed over to his brown eyes, and Leng Zimo faintly raised his eyebrows.

"Is it really that similar?!"

Other than eye color and hair color, the Leng Zirui in front of him was almost unchanged.

Could he really look so much like that ROY?!

Leng Zirui said nothing, he simply pulled up a selfie of ROY on his phone and handed it to him.

Taking the phone, a glance at the selfie of ROY surprised Leng Zimo as well.

In the photo, ROY was practically a duplicate of Leng Zirui, except for hair color and eye color, they looked as if they were carved out from the same mold.

If not for prior knowledge, running into this ROY on the street, even Leng Zimo might have mistaken him for Leng Zirui.

"Where is the real ROY?!" Leng Zimo pushed the phone back to Leng Zirui.

"Right here!" Leng Zirui pointed to himself, "I am ROY!"

Then, he smiled.

"He got shot, wasn’t as lucky as me, straight to the heart."

Leng Zimo nodded, considering that since the real ROY was dead, the risk of Leng Zirui being exposed would be significantly reduced.

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Good afternoon.