The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1290

Mirabella felt like her mind was tangled in a flickering thread, impossible to untangle or make sense of. Staring at her phone, she didn’t bother waiting for Cassandra's reply before typing, "Don’t let Morgan come out."

Y: "Too late... He left three days ago."

Seeing this, Mirabella rubbed her temples, typing back, "Got it. Just make sure to reach out to him and bring him back."

Y: "Alright."

After giving a few more instructions, Mirabella ended the chat. She looked out of the car window, her brows furrowing without her realizing. Maybe it was the box of medicine in her hand that stirred this uneasy feeling inside her. It had been ages since she felt such an indescribable anxiety. She could only hope it was just a trick of her mind.

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Meanwhile, over at the Pharmaceutical Association, in the President’s office:

David stared blankly at Presley, "Why did you agree to Dean's request without checking with me first?"

Presley, fresh back from the herb farm, wasn’t ruffled by David’s questioning. Instead, he wore his usual smug smile, "Would asking you have changed anything? Could you have sorted out the mess of not delivering the goods? Since you couldn’t, why shouldn’t I have stepped in?"

David’s face darkened, "Don’t forget, I’m the President of the Association. Some decisions aren’t yours to make."