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

James chuckled, shaking his head as he tossed his phone aside. He sunk back onto the mat, hands behind his head, staring at the tent ceiling until his eyes finally drifted shut. Ah, patience was finally bearing fruit.

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Meanwhile, Mirabella had just finished her call when Curtis approached. She calmly tucked her phone away and turned her attention to him.

Curtis gave a slight nod, "Ms. Mirabella, here are the documents you wanted."

He handed them over, and Mirabella thanked him, promptly diving into the contents.

Curtis, having already gone through the documents himself, started explaining, "Zach's case is a bit of a tangle, involving the country's leading pharmaceutical company and some issues with their medical equipment."

Medical issues are notoriously complex, with tangled rights and interests. Most lawyers would steer clear of such cases to protect their own interests.

Mirabella skimmed through, uninterested in the medical and equipment specifics. Her eyes stopped at the last name on the list.

"Carl, huh?"

Her voice dropped to a whisper, lips curling slightly as her eyes turned icy.

Curtis, recalling James's instructions, stole a careful glance at her and cleared his throat. "He's at Emerald Gardens now. We've got eyes on him."

Mirabella's gaze softened as she returned to her usual laid-back self.

"Carl might have some strings to pull, but Ms. Mirabella, don't lose sleep over him; he's nothing but a lowlife," Curtis remarked, his face unreadable.

Try messing with our family, and we'll unravel even the deepest connections.

Mirabella cast Curtis a quick look, thanked him, and stepped back into the hospital room.

She exchanged a few words with Zach's assistant, asking him to keep an eye on Zach and reassured him about the security, before she exited again.

It was nearly eleven when Mirabella hopped into the car Curtis had brought around.

Grady had stationed someone at the hospital, but she slipped past them, leaving the Davis family oblivious to her departure.

Twenty minutes later, they rolled up to Emerald Gardens.

Emerald Gardens was a posh estate in Riverdale, where the wealthy wined and dined, with a night's stay costing a small fortune.

Curtis simply swiped a membership card at the gate, and the security guard waved them through.

He parked outside the villa where Carl was holed up for the night.

Despite the late hour, the villa was ablaze with lights, music spilling out into the night.

Mirabella leaned back, watching the scene through the window with a smirk. Zach was laid up in the hospital, and here they were, partying the night away. How nice for them.

As Curtis unbuckled his seatbelt, he informed her, "There are about ten bodyguards inside, the rest shouldn't be a problem."

He paused, opening the car door, "But they might be packing heat, so watch yourself."

Mirabella let out a soft laugh and stepped out of the car.noveldrama

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Inside the villa, Carl lounged on the sofa, a hefty gold chain around his neck, with two young women attending to him, cigar smoke curling lazily in the air.

The room was thick with smoke and chatter, with a few others spread out on the surrounding sofas, deep in conversation.