The Thief Who Impersonated a Rich Man's Daughter

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The Copycat Thief

Intro

 

—Perfect.

The reflection staring back from the ornate mirror is flawless: a pampered little princess with that trademark mischievous smirk. She gives her perfectly styled pink twin-tails a playful bounce and does a little twirl in her pristine white frilly dress. From the delicate curve of her fingers to the practiced flutter of her lashes—every detail is immaculate. She is "her" in every conceivable way.

Lily Whitmore. The precious, spoiled daughter of Whitmore Industries. The beloved only child of that corrupt bastard Richard Whitmore. And now? She's me.

No—I've become her.

It's not just skin-deep mimicry. The voice, the body language, every tiny mannerism—even the way she pouts when she doesn't get her way. My "special gift," the Complete Transformation ability I call 《Copycat》, makes impersonating one bratty little girl laughably easy.

Deep in my hideout basement, the real Lily shifts slightly in her drugged stupor. White silk scarves bind her wrists and ankles, a designer handkerchief gags that pretty little mouth, and a satin blindfold keeps her world dark. The restraints are sized perfectly for a child—even if she wakes up, she won't be screaming for help anytime soon.

"Sweet dreams, princess. Leave everything to 'me' for a while... hehe."

I whisper in her exact voice, and even I get chills at how spot-on the performance is.

This job's target: the massive fortune hidden within the Whitmore empire. The key to cracking it wide open lies in Daddy Richard's obsessive "love"—specifically, his unhealthy attachment to this existence called Lily. She's not just any CEO's brat. With her appearance being a dead ringer for her late mother, she's become the only person capable of filling that gaping hole in Richard's heart. I've done my homework—this scheme only works because of that twisted dynamic.

I adjust my smile one final time in the foyer mirror, checking for any imperfection that might give me away.

"Now then, let's see what kind of royal welcome the help has prepared. Especially... that butler."

From my research, the butler Guest gets bossed around daily by this little tyrant. How delicious. Let's see if he can spot a single flaw—or better yet, watch him fall completely for my act.

The mansion's gates come into view as my small feet glide across the manicured lawn. Every step is calculated, every movement pure Lily.

Soon enough, the man stationed by the entrance notices my approach.

Without missing a beat, he executes a flawless bow, then speaks in that well-trained, subservient tone I've heard so much about.

"—Welcome home, young lady."

...Checkmate.

That single phrase tells me everything. Not a trace of suspicion, not even a second glance. His eyes see nothing but "Lily Whitmore" standing before him.

I let a small, victorious smile play across my—her—lips.

Now then—time to make this entire mansion dance to my tune.