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

Chapter 1223

Mirabella flicked her leg a bit, easily picking up on the disdain in Sophia's

message. Clearly, they weren't exactly best buddies. Mirabella shrugged, realizing there was no need to be polite if they weren't tight. She tucked her phone away, not bothering to respond.

Meanwhile, Sophia was trying to figure out what the boss's message was all about, feeling a bit uneasy. That idiot Conrad using the boss's meds was bad enough, but if he had the nerve to claim they were his, it would be a real mess if he ticked off her boss. With these thoughts swirling, Sophia quickly shed her white lab coat, grabbed her purse, and told her colleague at the register, "Sorry, something urgent came up. Gotta dash."

Not waiting for a reply, she hurried out of the pharmacy.

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on duty, barring anyone without proper credentials. Mirabella, having left the ID card David gave her at home, decided

coming out. Her cheeks twitched, and she instinctively turned

noticed the fleeting awkwardness in Mirabella's expression and asked, "Everything

hide her face a bit, but quickly dropped it, standing tall and

at Mirabella and James, momentarily taken aback by their presence.

here to see the president." He wasn't about to

vice president? After a moment, he instructed the guard

following Grant, was dressed in a suave grey-and-white outfit, his trademark pipe dangling from his waist. His gaze flickered over Mirabella