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

In the car, Mirabella gently cradled Zach's head in her lap, his wounds still

bleeding. She reached for a silver needle she always kept handy and skillfully applied it to a few acupuncture points, quickly stopping the bleeding.

Zach was still out cold, showing no signs of waking up.

Not long after, they pulled up to the hospital's ER. Atlas parked right by the entrance and called for a nurse with a gurney.

Once they carefully moved Zach onto it, the medical team whisked him into the emergency room.

Mirabella stood outside, her eyes glued to the glowing red sign above the door. When a nurse passed by, she made sure to request a blood type check.

She leaned against the wall, oblivious to the dried blood on her wrist, her expression clouded with worry.

A couple of minutes later, Grady came rushing over. "Is Zach okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Mirabella snapped back to reality at the sound of his voice. It took her a moment to adjust her focus and look up at him. She shook her head slightly. "He's got two broken ribs and some nasty injuries, but nothing else too serious."

Grady let out a sigh of relief. He offered her a few comforting words, then noticed the blood on her hands. "Are you hurt? Maybe you should get a nurse to check that out."

"I'm alright, it's just a little bit of blood. Grady, I'm heading to the restroom," she nodded at him and walked down the hallway.

Her slender figure seemed weighed down with heavy thoughts.

Grady watched her leave, his expression turning a bit grim. Atlas, who had just returned from paying the bill, approached. "Grady, you're here. Where's Miss Mira?"

"She's in the restroom," Grady replied, turning to face him. "What happened exactly?"

Atlas gave him a quick rundown of the night's events. "Those guys were just some hired muscle; we haven't figured out who sent them."

Grady nodded, his eyes drifting back to the emergency room door. After a pause, he asked, "What kind of mess has the young master gotten himself into this time?"

Atlas recalled the attackers mentioning something about documents when they showed up at the abandoned site. "I'll get someone to look into what case he was handling here in Riverdale."

"Alright." Grady narrowed his eyes, thinking about what Atlas had just said. Then he asked, "Does Miss Mira really know how to fight?"

Atlas was dialing his phone but nodded at Grady's question. "She's incredibly fast and agile, definitely a force to be reckoned with."

Grady fiddled with a bracelet on his wrist, taken aback by Atlas's high praise. If Atlas spoke so highly of her, she must be exceptional.noveldrama

As Atlas finished his call, he suddenly remembered something else. "Oh, and Miss Mira's driving skills are right up there with yours."

Her speed was enough to make your heart race.

Grady, who had once asked Mirabella about her driving only to get a modest answer, was left speechless.

Meanwhile, Mirabella washed the blood from her hands in the restroom and tidied herself up before stepping out.

She didn't rush back to the emergency room but instead found a quieter spot outside. Pulling out her phone, she called Zach's assistant. "What case were you guys working on during this business trip?"

The assistant, relieved to hear his boss was safe, hesitated when Mirabella

asked. "That's confidential business information. I'm afraid I can't share it."