All Chapters of Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Alexander’s gaze slid briefly toward Jeremy, and with a subtle wave of his hand, he dismissed him.Jeremy bowed at once. “Yes, Sir.”He turned, walked to the door, and stepped out quietly, shutting it behind him. The soft click echoed faintly in the otherwise silent room.Only then did Alexander shift his attention back to Ryan.“How are you here?” he asked, voice calm and unreadable.Ryan placed a dramatic hand over his chest, his face twisting into exaggerated pain. “You wound me, Xander,” he said, voice dripping with mock hurt.Alexander stared at him, expression flat and unmoved.Ryan chuckled lightly and dropped the act.“Jeremy told me about it,” he said.A faint crease appeared between Alexander’s brows.Does Jeremy go around telling everyone everything?Ryan raised both hands lazily as if reading his thoughts. “Relax. Your assistant is loyal to a fault. He didn’t say anything.”Alexander didn’t speak, but his gaze sharpened slightly.Ryan leaned back in the bed, stretching his

After leaving the hospital, Mirena made a brief stop at her house.As she stepped out of the car, the quiet of the afternoon wrapped around her, but her attention was quickly drawn to the small package resting neatly in front of her door.Her steps slowed instinctively and a faint crease appeared between her brows as she approached it. Memories from the last unexpected delivery flashed through her mind and she frowned.The last package had unsettled her in ways she still hadn’t fully admitted—even to herself. So this time, caution guided every movement she made.She crouched slightly, examining the parcel without touching it at first. Her sharp eyes swept over the wrapping, the corners, the seal—searching for anything suspicious.Then her gaze landed on the signature written neatly at the top.The familiar signature made her smile slightly.Logan.The tension in her shoulders eased almost instantly, and a small, genuine smile curved across her lips.Of course. This was the cake he’d p

The room fell silent for a full second.Wide eyes met wider eyes and silent questions passed between glances.Mirena, however, slowly leaned back in her chair, the faintest smile curling at the corner of her lips. Her gaze locked onto the man seated across from her and she watched as his jaw tightened and the pen in his hand creaked faintly under the pressure of his grip.Her eyes dropped briefly to his hand, then lifted again, meeting his gaze with a smile so sharp it almost looked like she was restraining herself from grinning.Around them, whispers still floated in the air, when Julian suddenly clapped once.“Let’s begin.”The room snapped back to order in the blink of an eye.Gritting his teeth, the man across from Mirena forced his attention toward the television as the meeting officially started. But Mirena didn’t move. Her gaze remained fixed on him—cold, calculating.If there was one thing she had learned in this ruthless industry, it was simple.There would always be weeds.S

Later that evening, Mirena stepped out of Crest, phone in hand, scrolling through the file Eugene had sent earlier. The invitation for Ana’s play, which was to premiere two days from now.The earbud that rested in one of her ears blinked as she nodded. On the other end Eugene stayed silent, patiently waiting for her response.“This is perfect,” Mirena said after a minute, eyes still scanning the details. “And the flowers?”“I’ve placed the order, Ms. Crowne,” Eugene replied calmly.Mirena gave a small nod as she accepted her keys from the valet and slid into her car, offering him a brief, appreciative smile as he shut the door for her.“Alright. And what about the property search?” she asked, starting the engine.“I found one. A five-bedroom penthouse with a rooftop infinity pool and a private garden,” Eugene answered. “It’s located in Manhattan, Upper East Side, and the listed value is thirty-five million. I’ve already sent the documents to you.”Mirena nodded faintly. “Thank you, Eu

An hour after leaving the restaurant, Mirena walked quietly through the hospital corridor, her fingers curled firmly around the handle of the bag she carried.Each step felt heavier than the last, her thoughts tangled, in various areas. When she finally reached Alexander’s room, she paused. Just for a second. Then she pushed the door open.The next second however, she froze.Her body reacted before her mind did, forcing her expression into careful composure the moment her eyes landed on Harrison standing beside Alexander’s bed.At the sound of the door, both men had turned and whatever conversation had been flowing between them died instantly, swallowed by silence.Harrison’s eyes settled on her first. Surprise flickered across his face—quick and sharp—before it vanished behind his usual calm authority.“Mirena,” he called, voice warm but measured, gesturing lightly. “Come in, don’t be a stranger.”She hesitated.Her gaze drifted, almost involuntarily, toward Alexander. And what she s