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

Chapter 1415

Presley mulled it over for a while before voicing the doubts in his heart, "You're not here for a cure?"

"Why would I ask you for a cure?" Mirabella flicked an imaginary speck of dust off her sleeve, as if she just realized what he meant, then added, "Oh, you mean the medicine for James's secret ailment, right?"

Presley pursed his lips, now more confused about Mirabella's intentions, and for some reason, her manner of speaking irked him even more.

It felt as though things were slipping out of his control.

Just then, the ringtone from Presley's cell phone in his pocket cut through the moment, making his nerves tighten for a split second.

It was Dane calling.

Presley glanced at the screen and answered the call.

"Vice President, I have news that James isn't seriously ill, and his chronic condition hasn't relapsed," Dane's grave voice came through the phone.

widened, and his grip on the

about his illness... was it a ploy to draw

"It's very likely."

Hearing Dane's words, Presley

at Mirabella,

unflustered and evidently prepa

Connecting it with what she had just

and several clues are linked

was still talking, but Presley was no longer listening, only the fact that 'James is fine'

After all these

cautious years of being

and never exposing

vulnerability, he hadn'tnet

this time.

call and looked at Mirabella again,