One of the burly men even spat in my face. “Take a good look at yourself in the mirror. You think someone like you could be Quilla?"
"Do you want us to call Mr. Nelson, the island owner? Do you know how busy he is? Is it possible for just anyone to contact the island master?”
“Probably just another woman who wants to be seen by the owner and throw herself at him.”
"Ah don't say that. By the way, her body is quite nice. We can use her to entertain guests at the banquet."
Their leering gazes sent a chill down my spine. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself with a pale face and pleaded, “You can’t treat me like this! I really am Quilla. I can prove who I am!”
I searched frantically on my body but I fell into despair when I realized that one of the crew had smashed my mobile phone and my ID card was not in my body because it was still in the cruise shop.
“I have my ID on the cruise! Check it and you’ll see I’m not lying!” I finally said desperately.
Regret clawed at me. If only I’d shown my face online before, someone might recognize me as the once-famous online singer. How else could I prove that I was me?
That's right! My voice! My voice is my signature.