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

Chapter 1641

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Joen's actions were a textbook example of "cutting off your nose to spite your face." His assistant stood there, eyes wide, as Joen ripped up the check. It happened so fast, he didn't even have a chance to intervene. "Dr. Joen, you..." he started, disbelief coloring his voice.

Joen looked at the confetti of paper in his hands, momentarily stunned by his own rashness. But he quickly pulled himself together and said with a cool detachment, "Just note it down to be deducted from my account."

The assistant hesitated, nervously scratching the tip of his nose. "But sir, your account doesn't have that kind of cash flow," he mumbled.

A million dollars, gone in a blink.

Torn to bits.

Truly reckless.

Joen: "..."

Meanwhile, Mirabella and her crew were making their way to the hotel when someone suggested grabbing dinner together and maybe swinging by a well- known jazz bar nearby. Mirabella was busy texting, lost in her own world, so Blaze nudged her for her thoughts.

Since Dylan found out she was in Merrywoods, he'd been bombarding her with messages, trying to find a time to meet up. With the DO Group's HQ also in town, she was juggling her schedule.

on the jazz bar, but you

us, Mira? It'll be a good time with everyone," Blaze

"It's

Patrick, who cleared his throat and said, "Mira's in a different boat

blinked, still not getting it, "How

and whispered, "Mira's got a

felt the sting of

along, Mira?" Blaze suggested, tilting his head. "You're abroad; it could be

chatting quietly with a classmate, gave Mirabella a quick

slightly at the word

head, a smile playing

seemed a bit let down but didn't push it,

nodded, "Have a

focus to her phone, fingers dancing over

thought. After all, someone from the illustrious Shepherd family wasn't likely to join a bunch of students at a

herself a

snagged a large private room,