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

Curtis rolled his neck from side to side, then grabbed Carl by the collar, lifting him up and tossing him to the ground. He turned and asked, “Mirabella, what do you want to do with him?"

Carl, sprawled on the ground, suddenly looked up at Mirabella, his mind clearing in an instant.

"Mirabella?"

Wait a minute. The lawyer's last name was also Mirabella... Was this some kind of payback for the lawyer?

As the realization hit him, Carl's face turned ghostly pale, all strength leaving his body.

He'd had someone dig into the lawyer's background and found nothing of note, which is why he'd gone after him. But now, how was he supposed to know the lawyer was connected to the Shepherd family?

If he'd known about that connection, he wouldn't have dared to make a move, no matter how bold he thought he was!

Mirabella casually tossed aside a napkin she'd used to wipe her fingers, remarking, "We live in a society with laws now."

Curtis glanced at Carl, who was now smeared with blood, and his cheek twitched. "Got it," he replied.

He pulled out his phone, calling his subordinate, "Pass the evidence straight to the district attorney... Yeah, get the sentencing moving."

Once he hung up, Carl, realizing the gravity of his situation, dropped to his knees, pleading, "Mr. Curtis, I swear I didn't know the lawyer was with you, I..."

Curtis cut him off, his voice icy, "Should've thought of that sooner."

Mirabella had already turned to leave, her phone buzzing in her pocket.

Curtis gave a few instructions into the mic clipped to his collar, organizing the cleanup, and then followed her out.

Carl watched them leave, knowing there was no turning back, but he suddenly chuckled, "You'll regret messing with me..."

Mirabella paused briefly at the door when she heard this, her gaze flicking toward the exit before she continued on her way.

Her mysterious eyes blended into the night.

*

Curtis dropped Mirabella off at the hospital, and after a quick thank you, she sent him on his way.

She headed to a nearby convenience store, picking up some snacks before returning to the hospital.

She took the elevator to the fifth floor and walked to the ward, gently pushing the door open.

Nick had been the last to hear about Zach's hospitalization. He'd been tied up at the institute until almost 10 p.m. and came home to an empty house, only learning what had happened from Atlas.

He rushed to the hospital.

"Mirabella, where've you been?" Nick had been waiting for over half an hour.

Mirabella held up a bag with instant noodles, cookies, and water, her eyelashes lowered slightly, her voice soft, "I was starving and went out to find something to eat. Everything was closed, so I just grabbed a few things at a convenience store."noveldrama

Nick saw this and held back the question about why she hadn't answered her phone.

The assistant nearby gave Mirabella a quiet glance. He didn't know where she'd been for over an hour, but he remembered her instructions and stayed silent.

Mirabella went to boil some water, then leaned against the cabinet, tapping her fingers absent-mindedly on the countertop, her thoughts drifting.

Seeing her lost in thought, Nick approached her, "Worried about Zach?"

Mirabella snapped back to reality, her gaze landing on Zach in the bed, her voice gentle, "Zach will be fine."

Nick sensed something off about her response but chalked it up to her concern, gently patting her head. "The doctor said he'll be okay after some rest."

Mirabella's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she just murmured in agreement.