Chapter 6

The hall was packed with gamblers, yet no one recognized me. Worse still, no one seemed to take me seriously. "Who let this crazy woman in? Why is she clamoring about?" A chorus of mocking laughter rippled through the crowd. "Oh, I'm Rosalind Stanford, the dead woman you've been gossiping about!" My voice was cold, slicing through the noise. Jasper and the others went pale on the spot. Looking over from Leonard's arms, Irena pointed at me with undisguised contempt. "Where'd you dig up this impostor, Isabel? Out of some sewer?" She cackled shrilly. "Don't forget where we are! International waters, sweetheart! Not even the highest authority can save you now." I walked up to her slowly, my eyes sweeping over her from head to toe like sharp blades. "Do you think wearing my sister's clothes and jewelry makes you the heiress of the Jefferson family? No matter how hard you try, a fraud is still a fraud. At the end of the day, you're just a pathetic little clown." Irena's expression im