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

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

letting her know that Summer had gone missing from the hospital. The police were

thoughtfully rubbed her phone screen and replied to

put her phone away, a message

you wrap up this

to Summer's professor, he knew

was a bit surprised, but after thinking it

not really listening to whatever Mr. Hammond was saying across from him.

building is good, and the funding won't be a

this. Even though Grady

slightly, deep in thought, and then set his cigar back

there's a troubled

was caught

question, wondering