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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guard was on duty, barring anyone without proper credentials. Mirabella, having left

Paul coming out. Her cheeks twitched, and she instinctively turned towards

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

trying to hide her face a bit, but quickly

then, Grant and Paul had approached. Grant was chatting with the security guard but stole a glance at Mirabella and James, momentarily taken aback by their presence. After a quick assessment,

Mirabella's brief phone call, confidently replied, "They're probably here to see the president." He wasn't about to let them in

Could she be the vice president? After a moment,

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