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

Chapter 1412

Wyatt nodded at Mirabella in greeting before turning to his brother, James, "James, I've almost finalized the arrangements with the pharmaceutical association."

James hummed nonchalantly, his attention still partly on his phone as he typed away. Lifting his head, he asked Mirabella, "What would you like for dinner tonight?"

"Ah, anything's fine," Mirabella responded lazily, shifting her position on the sofa, legs crossed.

James nodded and returned to his messaging.

Wyatt cleared his throat, drawing their attention as he pulled documents from his briefcase, "There's something else. Today, I received an anonymous package containing information about Presley."

Mirabella glanced briefly at the papers in Wyatt's hand, her interest waning almost immediately as she looked away.

Handing the documents to James, Wyatt continued, "I always thought only research institutes conducted experiments on living subjects. I had no idea Presley was also testing on people behind closed doors."

Mirabella played absently with the hem of her clothing, a slight smile tugging at her lips as if struck by a thought, "Desire is a chasm that can never be filled."

perplexed. Although her expression remained unchanged, her

the world's façade," James raised an eyebrow, tossing the documents onto the coffee table before taking Mirabella's hand gently, "Mirabella, are you

a sidelong glance, not withdrawing her hand but not engaging

observing their interaction, couldn't help but feel

who sent them?" James

Wyatt's cheek twitched, "...No."

disdain wash over him

photo you sent me the other day ties in with my findings on aperson named Cian. It's

played with the tips of Mirabella's fingers, curiosity

pulled out his phone, showing

too blurry and the angle too obscure to make out any

"Seems so," Wyatt replied.

Mirabella wasn't surprised by

composed as she inquired,

cs, here