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.

bit embarrassed as she used the tissue to wipe

the live stream

that was totally on purpose.]

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

and you only gave her

be kicked off the

badass, keeping all those fame–hungry flies away from

people have no shame trying to cling to the spotlight.

blood, her eyes devoid of warmth. She didn’t believe for a second

clean from her face. It was a good thing she had packed an

caused by Michelle’s wardrobe change, the first task of carving had been concluded, leaving Heather and

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

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finally struck against us delicate flowers, so

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

just me, or does that sound like