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

Chapter 1232

Conrad's face was clouded with anger. If it weren't for the stinging pain in his wrist, he wouldn't have believed that Sophia had just managed to pin him down. Taking a deep breath, he said icily, "Don't ask me, I don't know."

Sophia, seeing his expression, turned on her heel and walked away-not towards the building, but straight for the association's main exit. She should have known that even if she rushed over, there was no guarantee she'd run into the big shot. With a sigh of disappointment, she continued on her way.

Conrad stood rooted to the spot, watching his cousin's silhouette fade into the distance. His eyes were shadowed with a brooding darkness, yet he made no move to follow her.

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Meanwhile, in a private room at a restaurant, David was chatting with James. "It's been a year. How's your health holding up, James?"

James gave a slight nod, filling Mirabella's coffee cup as he replied, "Thanks for your concern, David. I've been doing alright."

David, though initially surprised, relaxed when he glanced at Mirabella. Of course, she was a miracle worker; he'd seen her healing skills firsthand. With a smile, he said, "Good to hear you're doing well. I must admit, I'm still working on finding a remedy."

a message on her phone. "Let's meet another day," she typed back.

Mirabella pocketed her phone and looked up, asking, "What kind of remedy are you

managing James's health," David

her head, her eyes narrowing in thought as she

and handsome. Beneath the table, he gently took Mirabella's hand resting on his knee, lightly tracing her palm

twitch in her cheeks and turned her eyes away

with acupuncture. As long as

to other topics. Soon enough, the

returned, his expression was no longer as

have something urgent, feel

up his fork, saying, "It's just a small hiccup with the

and continued eating. The three of them wrapped up their

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