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.

***

At the entrance, a security guard was on duty, barring anyone without proper

to see Grant and Paul coming out. Her

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

to her right ear, trying to hide her face a bit, but quickly dropped it, standing tall and confident. No need

guard but stole a glance at Mirabella and James, momentarily taken aback by their presence. After a

"They're probably here to see the

the time and gave Mirabella another discreet look. Could she be the vice president? After a moment, he instructed the guard

dressed in a suave grey-and-white outfit, his trademark pipe dangling from his waist. His gaze flickered over Mirabella and James, mildly surprised by