All Chapters of Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Meanwhile, in the Ashton Mansion, Leonardo sat in the living room, chin resting on the top of his Cain as he stared down at the chess board set before him.He furrowed his brows deep in confusion, a pensive look crossing his face as he tried to place it.The last time he'd played chess with Mirena, she'd played so well, too well to be that of an amateur. And it wasn't everyday someone like him, a master at chess, loses, yet, he'd lost to her.And what made it all the more confusing, he hadn't seen it coming.So here he was, replaying their game play in his mind, trying to figure out how Mirena had blind sighted him and won.After twenty minutes straight of straight, he sighed, relenting at last.It was no use. He couldn't place her strategy.However, instead of feeling irritated by that, Leonardo laughed.As expected of his granddaughter-in-law. She was one of a kind, a rare gem.It was a great shame that his stupid grandson couldn't see that.“Chairman.” The sound of approaching foot

The following day, Mirena sat in her office, one leg crossed over the other, eyes trained on the paper she was currently flipping through.Proposals from elite still spanning as far back as the auction connection and a few new ones she guessed were probably connected to her performance at the Sovereign Run.Although she didn't leave a name behind, the people who attended the event had enough power to find her without a name.“Job well done,” she muttered to herself and just as she was about flipping the file close, a knock came from the door.“Enter,” she called.The door creaked open and Gene stuck her head in, surveying the room with bright brown eyes before she stepped in.“Ms. Crowne,” she greeted like a child high on sweet. Ever since Mirena had returned, she'd been ecstatic. Even weeks after, she still grinned and hopped around the office like she'd just won a lottery.Perhaps she was missed far more than she realized.“Here’s what you requested.” She walked up to Mirena's desk

“Last year, the Bryces received an unusual amount of attendance that led to a commotion that nearly cost them a precious artifact,” Eugene informed, the sound type keyboard following along with her. “So this year, they made the auction an invite only event.”The new information loomed over Mirena's head like a guillotine waiting to be dropped.Her finger twitched around the steering wheel as she pushed the bubbling discomfort in the pit of her stomach away.“And, when are the invites going to be sent out?” She asked, forcing herself back into composure.A moment of silence filled the other end before it was broken by a sound Mirena knew like the back of her hand.“Huh?”That was Eugene’s way of saying ‘this doesn't seem right.’Ah, fuck.She didn't have a good feeling about this one.“The access page says invites have been distributed since earlier this week and the channel closed.”The words hit like a slap.Earlier this week… and she didn't get one?… Of course she wouldn't!Even th

Mirena knew what she was getting into the moment she drove into the Garden of Eden, yet, standing in front of the VIP suite where Alexander was, she couldn't help but hesitate.Was this really the only way? Asking him for help?She whipped out her phone and tried Logan's number once again. Unfortunately, she came up short—bouncing to voicemail like she'd been bounced the past 12 times.She grimaced as she stuffed the phone into her pocket and glared at the door.There was no helping it then. The worse that would happen is him telling her a flat no.A dent to her pride, but not death.Squaring her shoulder, she grabbed the handle and pushed the door open. The first thing that greeted her was the tangy mix of cigarette and alcohol, next, was the annoying discomfort lights spinning from the ceiling and below it—at the center of all the chaos, alone—was Alexander.One leg crossed over the other, half burnt cigarette pinched between his fingers, with a glass of amber liquid his other hand,

The next three days breezed by in the blink of an eye.Mirena barely felt them pass.Between meetings, phone calls, late-night research, and the quiet, ever-present pressure of Michael Richardson’s request looming over her head, time seemed to fold in on itself.One moment it was morning, the next it was evening, and before she could properly breathe, the day of the auction arrived.Now, she sat in the back of the car Alexander had sent, currently driving towards whatever boutique he was waiting for her at.However, her attention wasn't on the road, but rather on her phone, on the message she'd received less than a minute ago.A message from Eleanor.[Call me when you get the chance.]That was all it said, yet, it was more than enough to make Mirena’s fingers tighten around the device.Eleanor rarely texted. When she did—Mirena hated to admit it—but nothing positive ever came from it.Now felt no different.A hundred reasons flashed through her mind and she felt her brows furrow.Just