Holden thought of the sparse intel he had previously uncovered about Theodore. The dark web was usually reliable. Why then had Theodore's information been so suspiciously not accurate?

An uneasy feeling swirled within Holden. Someone had meticulously replaced the information. It seemed the other party was afraid of Holden discovering Theodore's true history.

But why?

Was this Theodore truly identical to him in appearance?

Or could he somehow actually be...Theodore?

As soon as this thought surfaced, Holden instantly dismissed it as ridiculous.

His grandfather had always doted on him, granting his every wish and even bequeathing the enormous Fredrick Group empire without a second thought. If he was actually Theodore, why had his grandfather never mentioned that fact? And why had he never heard his grandfather mention Ariana?

Furthermore, Devin had been a loyal subordinate who served his grandfather for several years. If Holden had indeed been Theodore five years prior, Devin certainly would have known. But again, why hadn't Devin ever told him?

Holden's mind spun in helpless circles as he searched for possible answers. He then stood to his feet and looked down at his legs once more, stomping them forcefully. They remained sturdy and pain-free, unlike limbs that had suffered a crippling injury.

Logically, if he had been Theodore, his legs should bear evidence of long-term disability and weakness. Yet, they didn't even show a single weakness.

Holden was even more confused now. He stared at his perfectly fit legs. For the first time, he actually hoped to see some signs of old damage.

But if he wasn't Theodore, why did the apartment that had his fingerprints also had those highly specific ramps for wheelchair access? And why, coincidentally, was the password to Ariana's villa his own birthday date?

Given Ariana's overt indifference towards him, Holden wasn't so naive to assume that she secretly harbored an obsession for him and selected his birthday date as the password to her villa. Indeed, Ariana likely had no knowledge of his physical appearance whatsoever.

Yet, each encounter with that woman distinctly had given Holden the impression that she always mistook him for Theodore.

The disparate signs increasingly seemed to imply that Holden and Theodore were, against all logic, the same man. What Holden desperately needed now was concrete proof.

A night of fitful insomnia followed. At the crack of dawn, Holden set out directly to Evergreen Apartments in search of any relic or clue that could substantiate the impossible, which was that he was, somehow, Theodore.

If he truly was Theodore, then the woman who had shared that apartment and life with him was almost certainly Ariana.

When he entered the apartment, Holden immediately noticed that some things were different from the last time he had been there. He inspected the apartment carefully and discovered that there were many more sticky notes in the apartment than last time. Someone had clearly been here after he left.

With a puzzled look on his face, Holden walked over to the sticky notes and inspected them one by one. A note on the refrigerator soon caught his attention. The note said, "Confiscated food. Get out of my house."

On the shelf was another note that said, "Don't touch my things."