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

Chapter 1627

"The school is checking the surveillance footage, but they haven't found anyone yet," Mirabella said as she grabbed a water bottle from the table, twisted it open, and took a few sips.

Patrick frowned. "I doubt they'll figure out who's stirring up trouble."

Whoever had the nerve to mess with the seminar probably covered their tracks well.

"Good thing the video started playing again. Otherwise, we would have really embarrassed ourselves today," Blaze sighed with relief.

Mirabella raised an eyebrow and said, "Life throws curveballs sometimes. Didn't you guys handle it pretty well?"

"Ugh, my hands were all sweaty," Blaze admitted, still feeling jittery from the whole ordeal. He'd never been in such a cringe-worthy situation before.

"You'll get used to it," Mirabella said, lazily shrugging it off.

Blaze, feeling like he was developing a serious case of social anxiety, shook his head. "No way, I'm not going to any more conferences like this. My heart can't handle it."

muttered, giving Blaze a

department's turn to present. Mirabella glanced at Yara and the others on stage, then turned back to her phone. It had buzzed a few times,

message from the young officer she'd met at the police station yesterday, letting her know that Summer had gone missing from the hospital. The police were searching, but no luck

screen and replied to the officer, telling him not to

her phone away, a message popped

you wrap up this

name to Summer's professor, he knew those research fanatics might go to

surprised, but after thinking it over,

Mr. Hammond was saying across from him. After messaging Mirabella back, he finally

building is good, and

this. Even though Grady seemed a bit

in thought, and then set his cigar

troubled student at

was caught off

the question, wondering