Bab 295: Chapter 296: Not a Replacement

"Either she really has forgotten, or..." Moses took a deep breath, "she's pretending."

"Could it be... we've really mistaken someone else for her?"

"Shut up!" Moses's tone turned icy in an instant, "If I say she's Gaia, then she is Gaia!"

The butler frowned and hesitated for a moment, "I understand your longing for the young miss, but I must remind you, do not forget, what we are looking for is the real young miss, not a substitute..."

Bang!

Before the butler could finish, Moses had him by the throat, pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window glass, glaring ominously at his face turning red from lack of oxygen, his own expression cold as frost.

"I know what I'm doing; I don't need your reminders."

The butler gasped for breath, unable to articulate a complete sentence, Moses pushed him to the floor and, without looking back, barked a command.

"Get back, I don't want to see you again until I find Gaia!"