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

Chapter 1290

Mirabella felt like her mind was tangled in a flickering thread, impossible to

untangle or make sense of. Staring at her phone, she didn't bother waiting for Cassandra's reply before typing, "Don't let Morgan come out."

Y: "Too late... He left three days ago."

Seeing this, Mirabella rubbed her temples, typing back, "Got it. Just make sure to reach out to him and bring him back."

Y: "Alright."

After giving a few more instructions, Mirabella ended the chat. She looked out of the car window, her brows furrowing without her realizing. Maybe it was the box of medicine in her hand that stirred this uneasy feeling inside her. It had been ages since she felt such an indescribable anxiety. She could only hope it was just a trick of her mind.

**

the Pharmaceutical Association, in the

stared blankly at Presley, "Why did you agree to

the herb farm, wasn't ruffled by David's questioning. Instead, he wore his usual smug smile, "Would asking you have

the President of the Association.

Association all these years? Our standing in Riverdale has taken a nosedive, surely

pause, he turned to David, "If you can't bring any benefits

but now he was being blatant about it. Suppressing his annoyance, David asked, "So, you really want my job that much?"

wouldn't dream of it. But since you won't call the farmer, I'll have to. You want to be the gentleman, that's fine, but I have to think about our

whipped out his phone, found Paul's number, and dialed

this, David