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

Chapter 1702

Mirabella barely gave the man a second look as she breezed past him, continuing down the hallway without breaking stride.

The man noticed, his eyebrow lifting ever so slightly, but he didn't bother to stop or turn around. He rounded the corner and slipped back into his own private room, ending his phone call as he went.

Inside, two others were waiting.

"Leon, have you thought more about our partnership?" a middle-aged man seated at the head of the table asked, his voice courteous yet firm as he addressed Asa.

Asa settled into his chair with an air of easy indifference. "I'm in no hurry," he said casually.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, his fingers pressing into the armrest with a hint of impatience, though he kept his cool.

"As long as you provide us with the genetic enhancement tech, a long-term partnership will be nothing but beneficial for you," he pitched again.

laid-back manner. He didn't bother looking at

from downstairs drifted into the room, prompting the middle-aged man to drop the topic for now. While a deal with Asa was crucial, today's focus

bumped into at the restroom. Though he'd

years ago after a quiet life in the country, had transformed drastically. The way she'd almost collided with him, her quick reflexes and nimble dodging, weren't what you'd expect from

on the auction's weaponry, so he

Asa for his own ends, but Asa wasn't naive. Meanwhile, Mirabella was

heavy artillery being displayed below, suddenly getting why the old man agreed so quickly. The auction

chuckled at the thought of strutting out with a cannon, imagining the authorities mistaking him for some sort

joined Cassie at

sweeping over the heavy weaponry below,

well-versed in firearms, but these industria@grade

such firepower. Then again, if her ancestors had mastered everything, the Massolio family would