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?]

what does this have to do with

an eyebrow. This kid could be incredibly dense at times, but sharp as a tack when it mattered, [No connection, just worried

her heart suddenly drop,

cheeks twitched. Seeing she couldn't get anything more from Cassie, she quickly

down her phone, Mirabella leaned her head back against the couch, her eyes quietly staring at the crystal chandelier overhead, lost

**

the international

over his head and a black mask covering most of his face, Ben stood not far from

also dressed in dark clothes, stood

deep-set features visible, especially his deep blue eyes, which

his mask up a bit, but it couldn't hide the resentment in his eyes,

at the security bureau, and the days spent hiding like

settle this score.

murderous aura without any fluctuation,

lashes,

you must,