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

Chapter 327

Mirabella glanced over. “Oh, sure, no problem.”

Michelle took a deep breath and was about to turn away when she saw Mirabella in front of her, swiftly swinging her arm, a knife in hand. The next second, Michelle felt something warm splatter onto her face.

Michelle’s eyes snapped open.

Everyone who witnessed the scene froze.

“Ah, sorry about that,” Mirabella said, putting down the knife and fishing a tissue out of her pocket. She only pulled out one and handed it over, “I’ve only done this once before.”

Michelle was wearing a white coat, and now her face, collar, and pants were all splattered with blood. She looked at Mirabella, who seemed apologetic but didn’t genuinely appear to be sorry.

Michelle’s expression soured slightly, but mindful of the live broadcast, she mustered a forced smile and said with faux generosity, “No, no worries.”

She lowered her gaze, not taking the tissue from Mirabella, and turned to the host to excuse herself to clean up, quickly walking away.

raised an eyebrow, feeling not the slightest bit embarrassed as she used the tissue to wipe her

live

was totally on

turkey, and you get a face full of ‘blood,‘ lol. I can totally see the boss–lady vibes on Juztin’s little

you only gave her one

country bumpkin should be kicked

keeping all those

the spotlight. I’m glad my girl handled

by any blood, her eyes devoid of warmth. She didn’t believe for a second it wasn’t intentional.

minutes later, Michelle returned, her clothes changed, and blood wiped clean from her face. It was a good thing she had packed

first task of carving had been concluded, leaving Heather and Michelle

the host’s merciless announcement, Heather sighed to the camera, “Alas, the crew

11:331

against us delicate

all my fault for the delay. I’ll take care of the dishes for lunch,” Michelle said,

does that sound like a loaded statement?)