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.

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at the Pharmaceutical Association,

stared blankly at Presley, "Why did you agree to

you have changed anything? Could you have sorted out the mess

face darkened, "Don't forget, I'm the President of the Association. Some decisions aren't

done for the Association all these years? Our standing in Riverdale has taken a nosedive, surely you've noticed?" Presley shot back

you can't bring any benefits to the Association, why should you hang onto

had soured. He'd always had ambitions, but now he was being

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

that, Presley whipped out his phone, found Paul's number, and dialed it right in front of

David lost