The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 45

After stepping out of Catherine's apartment, Mirabella hailed a cab straightaway and made her way back to the Davis residence. Upon her arrival, she noticed several pairs of shiny men's dress shoes lined up at the front door. A flicker of curiosity crossed her eyes—were they having guests?

After pondering for a few seconds, she slid her freshly drawn keys back into her purse, turned on her heels, and strode toward the elevator. Lucky for her, the elevator remained on her floor, doors ready to welcome her in.

Descending back to the ground floor, Mirabella settled herself on a public bench. Her striking beauty drew glances from passersby, including children who couldn't help but steal a few extra looks.

Dressed in a hoodie today and tired of the attention, she pulled up the hood over her head and dug out her phone to immerse herself in the digital world. Before long, she no longer felt the weight of onlookers' stares.

She listlessly played a few rounds of a competitive game she had downloaded recently—a game that soon proved to lack challenge. Closing the app, she seemed to be struck by a thought and swiftly opened her Messenger.

Her list of friends on Messenger wasn't extensive. Her fingertips scrolled through, dragging the contact nicknamed 'Y' out of the blacklist. And with that, she sent a message.

The Pill: [Be careful these next few days. Don't go out causing a stir if it's not necessary.]

'Y' must have been glued to their phone because they replied almost instantaneously with a barrage of messages.

Y: [Oh, my dear lord, you finally remember me.]

Y: [You have no idea what kind of devastating torture I've been through recently.]

Y: [Hungry and cold, kneeling at the chapel every day, feeling completely drained.]

Y: [Ancestor, can you find a way to spring me out? I miss the fresh air on the outside.]

The Pill: […If you've got the energy to complain this much, you're clearly not that drained.]