The Fake Evans:

Evans glared at Grace and turned to Leonard with an apologetic look on his face. "I'm so sorry Mr. Marshall. I didn't recognise you at first."

"It's okay. I can see you're doing very well unlike before," Leonard replied.

"Yes. I'm very much okay now."

Leonard turned to Emily, "Would like to eat a meal prepared by him?"

Emily nodded shyly. Who would refuse such a request to eat a meal cooked specially by a famous chef?

"Mr. Evans, it's nice seeing you again," Emily greeted.

Evans nodded in reply.

"Nonsense!"

"Arrant nonsense!" Damian yelled, hitting the table with his fist. "Mr. Evans, how did you know this poor punk here?"

Evans raised a brow at Damian's outburst. "Like I said before he's a friend of mine."

"Mr. Evans, you're one of those famous in the upper class. How can you make friends with a poor rat?" Chris asked. "Except you're an impostor."

"Yes! Grace, are you sure this is the real Evans Ramsay?" Damian asked.

Evans felt humiliated. "How dare you say that to my face?"

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