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

Mirabella heard the name 'Cian' without any visible change in her demeanor, her eyes calm and untroubled.

From the moment Morgan's pipe appeared at her feet, she knew her past identity had been exposed.

That's why she knowingly walked into the trap, following the cleaner Marian to this place.

There are no eternal secrets in this world. Once she had stepped away from her identity as Cian, she had anticipated this day would come.

Mirabella gathered her thoughts, neither confirming nor denying her identity, she simply said, "Let me guess, you're a traitor from the Massolio family?"

The man opposite her clearly took offense at being called a traitor, his displeasure thick in the air. Yet, before he could speak, Mirabella's voice came again.

"Santos?" She tilted her head slightly, her tone speculative but her certainty clear.

Santos hadn't expected Mirabella to accurately name him, as they had never directly clashed before.

Even if they had met face to face, his current appearance was unlikely to be recognizable.

After all, even an official like Morgan had failed to recognize him, falling into his hands.

Santos's lips twitched, no wonder this girl had once been the hope of the Stevenson family. Her sharp insight and skills were truly extraordinary.

But alas, she had fallen into his hands once again.

Santos sneered inwardly, lifting his hand leisurely to adjust his sleeve as if engaging in casual conversation, he began to reminisce:

"The Stevenson family possesses the world's most advanced medical and technological knowledge, yet they choose to hide away in seclusion. Don't you find that laughable, cowardly?"

As Santos spoke, his tone was laced with resentment and dissatisfaction.

Why should they hide like moles, not revealing their abilities?

Claiming it would disrupt the world's order was, in his view, nothing but an excuse for mediocrity.

Taking a deep breath, Santos looked at Mirabella, his voice tempting, "Don't you want to show off your skills, to be revered and respected by all?"

"Oh, I don't Mirabella's expression remained unaffected, her voice as serene as ever, "Only those who lack feel the need to flaunto

abmselves, to prove their worth."

Santos just shook his head, unangered, "Your pride will only bring you disaster."

"Is that so." Mirabella shrugged, still holding the pipe, not bothering to engage further with Santos, "Where is Morgan?"

"Finding him is easy," Santos said, glancing at his watch with a smirk, "Don't worry, you'll meet him soon."

He counted down in his heart, waiting for the drug to take effect.

Of course, Mirabella knew Santos

had lured her here not just to express his frustrations. Her lips curved slightly, speaking

indifferently, "You really think I'd fall for the same drug again?" noveldrama

Always the same colorless, tasteless drug, no new tricks. Did they really underestimate her that much?

Santos wasn't surprised Mirabella saw through this, instead, he arrogantly replied, "The same method caught you once, naturally, it can work a second time."