Cyrus moved closer towards the woman with a keen gaze, his eyes were fixated over her face as if he was trying to figure out if she was really an imposter or not. Cyrus leaped towards her and lifted her chin and convinced her that Cyrus was persuaded she was Danielle. “Good afternoon, love.” He toyed with her hair lock making it evident that he trusted in the idea of her being Danielle. “I heard from Leita, how she lured you into a trap. Although she has confessed which I appreciate but I ...