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

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.

Asa lounged back in his seat, 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 out.

The host's voice from downstairs drifted into the room, prompting the middle-aged man to drop the topic for now. While a deal with Asa was crucial, today's focus was on the auction's weaponry.

Asa shifted in his seat, his mind wandering back to the girl he'd bumped into at the restroom. Though he'd only seen her in documents before, her striking features were unforgettable.

Mirabella, found three years ago after a quiet life in the country, had transformed drastically. The way she'd almost collided with him, her quick reflexes and nimble dodging, weren't what you'd expect from just anyone.

A playful grin tugged at Asa's lips. He wasn't all that keen on the auction's weaponry, so he turned back to the middle-aged man. "I'm up for a partnership, but there's a catch-I want someone."

Santos might think he could use Asa for his own ends, but Asa wasn't naive. Meanwhile, Mirabella was back in her room.

Cassie was at the balcony, watching the heavy artillery being displayed below, suddenly getting why the old man agreed so quickly. The auction was all about heavy-duty weaponry, not your everyday self-defense gear.

He chuckled at the thought of strutting out with a cannon, imagining the authorities mistaking him for some sort of villain.

Mirabella joined Cassie at the

balcony, her eyes sweeping over the heavy weaponry below, genuinely

taken aback. She was well-versed in firearms, but these industria@grade cannons were a first.

Even the holographic archives from her ancestors hadn't shown such firepower. Then again, if her ancestors had mastered everything, the Massolio family would be unbeatable, right?noveldrama

"Pretty dull stuff, sis," Cassie sighed, pouting.

Mirabella kept her eyes on the display, clicking her tongue in feigned disapproval. "The prices, though-they're something else."

Each weapon fetched millions, shedding light on someone's overflowing bank account. Talk about a money-spinner! Cassie pulled a face, feeling a bit sheepish, and turned to head back inside.

As he did, he noticed someone standing on the balcony across the way, radiating

a sense of authority. Clearly, they weren't just anybody.

Cassie spared them a quick glance before slipping back inside.