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

Presley mulled it over for a while before voicing the doubts in his heart, "You're not here for a cure?"

"Why would I ask you for a cure?" Mirabella flicked an imaginary speck of dust off her sleeve, as if she just realized what he meant, then added, "Oh, you mean the medicine for James's secret ailment, right?"

Presley pursed his lips, now more confused about Mirabella's intentions, and for some reason, her manner of speaking irked him even more.

It felt as though things were slipping out of his control.

Just then, the ringtone from Presley's cell phone in his pocket cut through the moment, making his nerves tighten for a split second.

It was Dane calling.

Presley glanced at the screen and answered the call.

"Vice President, I have news that James isn't seriously ill, and his chronic condition hasn't relapsed," Dane's grave voice came through the phone.

Presley's eyes widened, and his grip on the phone unconsciously tightened. "Is that true?"

If James wasn't sick, then spreading rumors about his illness... was it a ploy to draw someone out?

"It's very likely."

Hearing Dane's words, Presley

looked up at Mirabella, who sat

unflustered and evidently prepa

and Connecting it with what she had just said, his mind started to whirl.

Once a flaw is revealed and several clues are linked together, the hidden truth becomes much easier to deduce.

Dane was still talking, but Presley was no longer listening, only the fact that 'James is fine' filled his mind.

After all these

cautious years of being

and never exposing

vulnerability, he hadn'tnet

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Presley ended the call and looked at Mirabella again, "James is fine?"

Mirabella nodded, not bothering to hide anything, "If he were in trouble, do you think things would be this calm?"

Presley staggered slightly, but quickly collected himself, "So, what are you implying now?"

"Nothing much, just asking after someone," Mirabella replied lightly.

"Asking after someone? Who?" Presley's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Where is the person backing you now?"

garabella tilted her head, her

gaze on Presley no longer light but sharp, as if penetrating all secrets.

Facing Mirabella's gaze, Presley felt a chill down his spine, even more intense

than the feeling he got from seeing Leon.