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.

legs crossed in a laid-back manner. He didn't bother looking at the man, instead gazing out towards the balcony. "The auction's started," he pointed

into the room, prompting the middle-aged man to drop the topic for now.

into at the restroom. Though he'd only seen her in documents

in the country, had transformed drastically. The way she'd almost collided with him, her

auction's weaponry, so he turned back to the middle-aged man. "I'm up for a partnership, but there's a catch-I

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

below, suddenly getting why the old man agreed so quickly. The auction was all about heavy-duty weaponry, not your

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

joined Cassie at

over the heavy

in firearms, but these industria@grade cannons were a

holographic archives from her ancestors hadn't shown such firepower. Then again, if her ancestors had mastered everything, the Massolio family