The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 181

Mirabella’s computer desktop was a model of minimalism, sporting a scant collection of apps. She clicked on an icon resembling a dewdrop, and immediately, a login box sprang up.

Entering a string of credentials, she hit the enter key, and a chat interface popped up, looking not much different from the usual messaging tools,

No sooner had she logged in than a little leaf icon at the corner of the page began to flicker rapidly someone was looking for her.

Casting a brief glance at the notification, Mirabella opened the settings and switched to ‘Do Not Disturb‘ mode without hesitation.

She skimmed through the messages from people, who were concerned about why she had been off the radar for over a year, but she didn’t bother replying to any of them.

Instead, she went straight to a group chat in her list. The group wasn’t large, just about two dozen members, and about half of them were online, engaged in lively conversation.

Mirabella didn’t bother scrolling through the chat history; her fingers danced across the keys as she typed.

The Pill: Anyone here dealt with Solace Stern lately?

The group’s members were from all corners of the globe, their identities shrouded in mystery. dealing in goods that ordinary people wouldn’t come across.

chatter came to an abrupt halt at the sudden appearance of “The Pill.” It was as

blinked in

pause, her fingers tapped

The Pill: Hello?

mark hit the chat, the stunned crowd seemed to shap out

smokes, Pill dude, you’ve finally resurfaced!

or Die Trying: Thought I was seeing things. But nope,

for the big boss, nothing less

you

lot.

Good thing I didn’t hit the sack yet,

completely off–topic and rubbed

Chapter 181

Pill: So, can anyone

don’t have Solace Stem. I have only

Trying: I’m just a humble rat poison salesman. Solace Stem? That’s way out of