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

Chapter 1380

Mirabella skimmed through a bunch of messages from Cassandra on Messenger, feeling her worries from the past few days melt away. No one understood the intricacies of the family's satellite equipment better than she did. She'd been ready to make a trip back home if she couldn't reach anyone, but now it seemed unnecessary.

She quickly typed back, "Nothing major, just checking if Morgan's made it back home?"

Cassandra replied, "Nope, but just before the network went down, I got a message from him. He said he's got some loose ends to tie up and won't be coming back just yet."

Mirabella squinted at the screen. Morgan, who's hardly left home in decades, suddenly has things to handle? It made no sense. Her gut told her someone might be using the name 'Cian' to lure him into trouble. Especially with the

Pharmaceutical Alliance in chaos, and that fake 'Cian' last seen there, working at their herb base. She hoped nothing would spiral out of control.

With a bit of a headache, Mirabella rubbed her temples and reminded Cassandra, "Try reaching out to him again, tell him to head back first."

Cassandra answered, "Got it."

once

Cassandra: "Sure."

the Misty Forest. After a pause, she sent

used to hearing similar warnings from

her lashes drooping slightly. With so much uncertainty in the air,

swung open. Still lost in her thoughts, Mirabella absentmindedly traced

got you

strolled over, fresh from the shower, smelling of soap, his hair still damp and dripping. His eyes landed

up from

the waist,

Mirabella rummaged through the first aid kit, quipping, "Quit fussing and

bit conflicted, having let something slip earlier, "You sure

sparkling, "It's just a little ointment.