All Chapters of Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ryan's expression changed in seconds."Ever the clever one," he chuckled under his breath, stuffing his hand into his pocket and following by her side after Mirena gave instructions to the shop keeper to pack up the watch, then proceeded to other sections."What do you want, Ryan?" She asked again, throwing him a glance and a raised brow. "Money? Favor?"Ryan sighed dreamily. "All of that sounds fantastic and as much as I'd love to collect the dues of my performance, It wasn't my help you got."This made Mirena pause. She pivoted her body, facing him fully with a frown.If there was one thing she hated, it was owning people. Let alone a stranger."Who?" She demanded."My grandfather," Ryan informed.Mirena's brows twitched for a second. Lorenzo Moretti, the city's biggest casino magnate and a name as well known as hers in casinos.She'd crossed paths with him a few times in the past—a rather chill man, but something about him put off.And now, he was helping her through his grandson?

The Ashton Mansion hadn't aged a day.As Mirena pulled into the vast driveway and stepped out of her car, her eyes roamed the bold, ashen structure with bitter nostalgia.In front, Francisco was already waiting for her, hand clasped professional at his back, expression neutral.However, at the sight of her and the car she'd just stepped out from—believed to be anywhere around millions of dollars—his eyes widened slightly.Was he really seeing the same person? He thought.The Mirena they were all used to was a lady dressed in clothes that swallowed her entire figure and barely had a car of her own despite being George's wife.In short, the lady he was used to seeing, was what one would call 'Mirena on a forced budget'.The Mirena in front of him looked totally different, nothing like her previous self. And that car...Where did she get the money to buy such an expensive monster?Without realizing it, Francisco gaped at the sight before him. Only when Mirena sauntered over and snapped h

The first thing George saw as he arrived home was Iris standing in the driveway, hands clenched tightly by her sides, eyes red, shoulders hunched, looking every bit like a victim who had just been wronged by the world.He frowned."Ris?"Her head snapped up at the sound of her nickname and the moment she saw him, her voice broke on cue. "Brother," she rushed at him, practically throwing herself into his arms.George staggered backwards, grunting as he held her and stared down at her."You're finally back." She wept.George's frown deepened. Just then, movement from upfront caught his attention.He glanced up just in time to see an expensive sports car pulling out of the driveway through the exit section of the gate.Something about the car—about how expensive and so out of place it was—made his brows twitch.Moreover, who he'd seen getting into that car.Mirena."What happened, Ris?" He asked, fixing part of his attention on the weeping lady in his arms.Iris sniffed. "It's Mirena, br

Alexander's expression remained neutral, but a flash of surprise flickered in his eyes the moment they landed on her.For a second, neither of them said anything. They just stared, examining the sight before each other.Never had either of them seen the other like this before—bed hair sticking out, dressed in pyjamas, unusual from their usual attire, but still undeniably attractive.Especially Mirena. She may not have known it at that moment, but Alexander's eyes caught the exposed skin sticking out from the slack of Ada's pyjamas.A second later, their staring came to an end. Alexander looked away, clearing his throat while Mirena adjusted Minho in her hold.The silent truce between them didn't last for more than a minute. The next second, the White Samoyed in Alexander's hand stirred violently.Alexander frowned and glanced down at the dog just in time to see its eyes locked onto Minho like it had just discovered the meaning of life.With a joyful bark and zero sense of personal spa

The following day, George sat in his office staring at his phone when he should have been working.Twenty-four hours.That was how long it had been since Mirena had seen his message and then blocked him. He'd discovered the latter when he tried to send another message.Basking in the aftermath of his failed attempt, George's grip around his phone tightened, knuckles turning white as irritation coiled sharply in his chest.In the past, Mirena would never have dared to do this. She couldn't ignore him even when he knew his actions had offended her.That's why he had been so certain it would be easy to get her crawling back into his palms. Just a few words and a display of affection from him should have done the job like usual. Yet here he was, staring at a silent screen, realizing it was far harder than he had expected.Of course it was.The thought twisted bitterly as it surfaced—when she has so many rich boy toys hanging around her, what time would she have for him?Something unpleasa