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

"How's that lawyer holding up?" one of them asked, nodding towards Carl.

Carl took a drag from his cigarette, shrugging it off, "Probably halfway to the grave by now."

"But this lawyer's pretty well-known. Aren't we asking for trouble by roughing him up these past few days?"

Carl shot the guy a sideways glance and chuckled, "Just a small-time lawyer with no connections. Even if he ends up dead, we can spin it as overwork or a tragic suicide. Case closed."

Only someone who's used to this sort of thing could be so blasé.

Just as they reached the main entrance, Mirabella heard these words, her smile growing wider.

Curtis, right behind her, moved ahead and kicked the door open with a loud bang, startling everyone inside.

"Who's there?” Several bodyguards rushed over, eyes full of suspicion.

Mirabella didn't even spare them a look. She strolled into the room with a laid- back smile, stepped onto the coffee table, leaned forward slightly, and locked eyes with Carl. "So, who are you planning to kill?"

When Carl met Mirabella's gaze, a chill ran down his spine, and he scowled, "Who the hell are you?"

Mirabella laughed coldly, then grabbed a wine bottle nearby, stepped over the coffee table, and smashed it over Carl's head. Blood streamed down his forehead, staining most of his face red.

The two waitresses nearby screamed and bolted.

With the sharp pain in his head and blood trickling down his lashes, Carl finally snapped to attention. He reached behind him, aiming to pull out a gun.

But before he could move, Mirabella's foot was already pressing hard against his chest, the jagged neck of the wine bottle pressed against his carotid artery. "Who did you say you wanted to kill, huh?"

All Carl could see was red, except for those eyes filled with deadly intent. He shivered, "Who... who exactly are you?"

The sharp glass cut into his skin, and Carl could feel the blood dripping down. His eyes filled with fear. "Do you know who I am? You dare mess with me? Are you out of your mind?"noveldrama

Mirabella pressed harder, causing the blood to flow faster. Carl's head started to spin, silencing him.

At that moment, his gaze drifted past Mirabella and landed on Curtis, who seemed to have waded through blood to get there. Carl's eyes widened in shock. That face, was this...

"A small-time lawyer? No connections?" Curtis's voice was ice-cold, a fierce scar behind his ear making him look even more intimidating. "Carl, in Riverdale, finding trouble is a piece of cake."

Curtis chuckled lightly, glanced at Mirabella, then pulled a tissue from his pocket, offering it to her respectfully. "Don't let someone like this dirty your hands."

"True enough," Mirabella said, brushing the hair from her face as she finally let go of the glass shard.

Carl was too stunned by the pain to care. Seeing Curtis's gesture, his eyes widened, voice trembling, "Mr. Curtis, how can you..."

Why would he be so respectful to a woman?

And who on earth was she?