The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1099

Sophia's sharp gaze flickered briefly before she turned her head to glance at Conrad. After a moment of staring, she finally spoke up, "I'm moving out. You'll need to smooth things over with Uncle and Aunt for me, and then I'll give you what you're after."

Conrad let out a soft chuckle, a cold edge to his voice as he replied, "You think you can just walk away from the Keller family? Not happening."

Sophia straightened up, her voice cool and composed, "Looks like you don't want what I'm offering. If that's the case, there's nothing more to say."

She slipped the porcelain bottle back into her pocket and took a couple of steps back, hand reaching for the door, ready to close it.

Conrad frowned, quickly stepping forward to block the door, "Are you testing my patience on purpose?"

Sophia paused, her eyes showing a look Conrad had never seen before—part mocking, part something else. After a beat, she said, "You're mistaken. What's in front of you is a choice. Got it?"

Moving out was nothing for her, and dealing with the mafia for medicine was just for the Keller family's sake. And it would be the last time.

Conrad licked his dry lips. His cousin was bold, ready to spread her wings and fly.

Just as he was about to speak, Sophia, as if reading his mind, smirked slightly and said, "If we really come to blows, who do you think will look worse?"

Conrad kept his gaze on her, understanding her implication. After a moment, he finally spoke, "You can move out, but hand over all your formulas. I'll handle my parents for you."

"There are no formulas, just S-grade medicine," Sophia replied, pulling the porcelain bottle from her pocket again, taking her time before offering it, "This is the last time I'm helping you. There won't be another."

"What am I supposed to do with your medicine? I need the formulas," Conrad said, clearly annoyed.

He was sure his cousin had secret formulas; she wasn’t rich, yet her medicines were always top-notch on the market.

Rare medicines run out, but formulas can be used over and over. Anyone could see which was more valuable.

Did she really think one bottle of medicine would suffice?