All Chapters of Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Throughout the drive home, Iris simmered with anger. Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel until her knuckles paled as she pulled into George’s estate.That Mirena…The name burned in her mind like a brand. How dare she threaten her? How dare she insult her—and drag George into it too?She was going to regret today. Deeply.Iris killed the engine, stepped out, and marched straight toward the entrance. The door flew open with a loud bang, slamming against the wall hard enough to make the nearby servant flinch.Eliot, the estate’s butler, blinked in surprise.“Ms. Ashton, I—”“Where’s my brother?” Iris snapped, cutting him off sharply before he could complete his words.Startled by the urgency in her tone, Eliot straightened at once.“In his study, Miss.”That was all she needed.Iris strode down the hallway without another word, ignoring the curious glances from the staff. When she reached George’s study, she didn’t knock—she flung the door open, the wood crashing loudly agai

Ada's surprised tone, by all means, was not a surprise to Mirena.The house she was currently in, was one she'd bought with a family in mind. A six bed, five bath, with a cute outdoor pool and a garden and play area for children to run around in.Once, during one of their drinking parties, Mirena had told Ada, "The only reason I'd ever leave this beauty is if my family isn't comfortable in it. Otherwise, I'll die here."So, hearing that she was leaving, of course she'd be surprised. But, she'd understand the reason."Let's talk more when I get there, okay?" Mirena said. "The location and details of the club. I don't know where it is.""I know," Ada replied, sounding slightly downcast. "And sure."Mirena could feel the worry in her tone even through the phone and it made her smile slightly. "I'm okay, Ada," she said gently.After a brief pause, Ada let out a soft sigh on the other end. "Okay, Rena. I'll see you when you get here." Then, in a slightly forced attempt to lighten the mood,

Mirena arrived at Hayes Corporation shortly after leaving Batorè. As she stepped into the building, her gaze immediately caught a familiar face at the reception.The girl who'd sold Victor off for a spot in Logan's company.Ah, so she got a job, Mirena thought, letting her gaze linger for a moment. The girl noticed her too and instantly, her eyes lit up.Without hesitation, she hurried forward, bowing several times. “Ms. Vance,” she greeted politely.Mirena offered a small, composed smile. “Hello. How’s the job here?” she asked.A bright look of happiness spread across the girl’s face before she bowed again.“It’s much better than my previous one. Pays a thousand times better. Thank you, ma’am,” she said gratefully.Mirena nodded, though her eyes briefly drifted to the girl’s position—it was still that of a receptionist. Yet the girl looked genuinely satisfied, even happy.Is Logan really paying her that much? she wondered.“You’re here for Mr. Hayes, right?” the girl asked, pulling M

Mirena had never been asked that before.As far back as she could remember, everything in school had naturally revolved around Alexander. He had been the center of attention without trying—the gravitational pull in every room.And she?She had been pulled into his orbit.At least, that was the version of the story she told herself.But now, sitting there with Logan’s eyes fixed on her, she found herself actually thinking about it.Why was she so competitive with him?It felt instinctive. Automatic. As natural as breathing.And yet… she had never stopped to question it.“You don’t know,” Logan said quietly, as if reading the hesitation flickering across her face.She held his gaze for a long second before answering. “It’s not that I don’t know. It’s just… there’s no answer. We’re just meant to be competitors. It’s always been that—”Before she could finish the thought, Logan sighed and pushed himself off the table.“Tell that to a child, Mirena. Not me.”Her brows pulled together.She

Evening arrived faster than Mirena expected the next day.Standing before the full-length mirror in her hotel suite, she examined her reflection carefully. She had chosen a fitted, knee-length black silk gown with a subtle slit along one thigh, elegant but not loud, the neckline structured and modest, the sleeves long and tailored to give her a refined, almost aristocratic silhouette and paired with pointed black heels and diamond studs she looked every bit the composed patron of the arts rather than a woman attending to settle a score.Behind her, Eugene stood holding the bouquet of chrysanthemums she had ordered, watching with quiet admiration. “You look stunning, Ms. Crowne,” she said sincerely.Mirena glanced over her shoulder and smiled.“Thank you, Gene.” She turned fully and collected the flowers from her, adjusting the stems in her grip while Eugene reached into her pocket and handed over the physical VIP pass.Mirena flashed her a grateful look before slipping it neatly into