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

Chapter 1502

"...I didn't get his call," Mirabella replied, her face devoid of emotion.

She wasn't worried about Cassie getting lost. In fact, the guy seemed to have the luck of the devil himself; worrying about him was less of a priority than worrying about her own finances.

They were at odds.

"Oh, keep an eye on your phone. That silly boy has only been out in the world once, hasn't seen much. It'd be embarrassing to lose him," Paul said.

Mirabella pinched the bridge of her nose, responding in a rather perfunctory manner, "If there's nothing else...Paul, I'm going to hang up now."

Paul opened his mouth to say something but ended up just saying, "Okay."

He ended the call and stood silently in the garden for several minutes before putting down his watering can and walking out of the garden.

Paul went to the family head's main house but didn't find anyone there. After a moment's thought, he went to the chapel behind the main house.

Inside the chapel, there were plaques commemorating the ancestors of their family, and the incense burner on the altar still had three sticks of incense burning, clearly just lit.

Paul walked up to the altar, reached out to touch the incense burner, and suddenly, a door in the stone wall to his right slowly opened. He stepped through.

of stone steps, not knowing how long he'd been walking, he suddenly emerged into a large stone

for a stone table in the center. Standing at the table was a person with long hair simply tied up,

at the

was fixed on the stone table, and as Paul approached, she pressed a button on the table's surface.

enveloped by a starry sky, as

realistic stars suddenly pulled up a self-mocking smile and said, "Morgan, what

you th

about me destroying this

place?"

at her in

yet weathered face was almost numbly

that ever since

years ago, covered in wounds, she had

and withdrawn, neven

the house. Though

dn't

what had happened, it must

you had made up your mind then,"

his fingers resting on