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

Perhaps Cassie hadn't checked her phone until Mirabella had just gotten back home-that's when she finally received a reply.

Y: [No, it's a secret matter of the clan. The elders would never mention that

traitor.]

Y: [Why are you suddenly asking about this?]

Mirabella slipped on her slippers and headed inside while typing a reply: [Just curious.]

Cassie knew this person wasn't the curious type. After a moment of thought, she said: [Is something wrong? Paul hasn't gotten back to me either.]

Mirabella went to pour herself a glass of water, then sat down on the couch without hiding anything: [Morgan has disappeared.]

Y: [Disappeared? You can't find him either?]

Mirabella sent a brief affirmative, then after a moment of thought, she messaged again: [Do you think he disappeared to lure me out?]

does this have to

sharp as a tack when it mattered, [No connection, just worried

like that, Cassie felt the weight in her heart suddenly drop, [Then you

she couldn't get anything more from Cassie, she quickly ended the conversation on

down her phone, Mirabella leaned her head back against the couch, her eyes quietly staring at the

**

the

black, with a hoodie over his head and a black mask covering most of his face, Ben stood not far from the airport security checkpoint in front of a floor-to-ceiling

man, also dressed in dark clothes,

features visible, especially his deep blue eyes,

a bit, but it couldn't hide the resentment in his eyes, "Ruined

security bureau, and the

settle this score.

standing opposite Ben faced his murderous aura without any fluctuation,

lashes, his fists

must, I won't