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

Mirabella was rocking a khaki sweater and jeans today, with her sleeves casually rolled up to show off the crisp white cuffs of her shirt underneath. She was every bit the quintessential college student. Even though David had heard from Frank and Owen that she was still in school, seeing her in person still left him a bit taken aback.

She looked so young! His own granddaughter was older than her.

When David's eyes landed on her, Mirabella gave him a cool, collected nod and then turned to greet Frank with a simple, "Mason." Her features were strikingly delicate, and she carried the same calm and confident air she had the first time David saw her. Frank grinned, called her "Mirabella," and introduced the man standing next to him, "This is David, the president of the Pharmacists' Guild."noveldrama

"Nice to meet you, David," Mirabella said with a polite nod, neither too humble nor too arrogant, as if meeting someone so high up was just another Tuesday for her.

To her, he seemed like just any other elderly gentleman.

David was quietly taken aback. He'd come across all sorts of people, most of whom would either be awestruck or fall over themselves trying to impress him once they knew his position. But here she was, as cool as a cucumber.

Frank cleared his throat, breaking David's gaze, and suggested, “Let's chat inside." With that, he led the way.

David, still a bit thoughtful, stepped aside, letting Mirabella pass before trailing behind, occasionally sneaking glances at her.

Could this young woman really have concocted Old Li's remedy?

Once settled in the living room, Mirabella skipped the small talk and went straight to checking Frank's pulse. His condition was just as she expected, with the virus being held at bay by the medication. She reached into her bag and pulled out a roll of parchment.

Inside were her acupuncture tools.

David was sipping his coffee, but his focus was entirely on Mirabella. When she pulled out a fine gold thread, he couldn't help but be a bit startled.

Mirabella, unfazed by David's reaction, disinfected her gold thread and silver needles, then asked Mason to lie down on the couch. She wrapped the gold thread around her fingers and looked at Mason, "I'm going to start the acupuncture now. It might sting a bit."

Mason unbuttoned his shirt, "No worries, I can handle it."

Mirabella gave him a reassuring look before lightly pressing a few points on his body, quickly sealing those major spots with silver needles. The gold thread, though delicate like a strand of hair, pierced the skin effortlessly.

With her fingers skillfully guiding it, the gold thread worked its way through the bloodstream, reaching near the heart, pushing the toxins that the medication had controlled towards the shoulder. Mirabella's technique was flawless-the thread moved without a hitch, even in the intricate network near the heart. Too much pressure would snap the thread, too little and it wouldn't work.

David, who knew his way around acupuncture, was absolutely floored by what he

saw.

He'd never seen such an unusual approach.

Back in the day, there was indeed a method involving gold thread, but it was notoriously tricky and nearly forgotten, leaving only the more common silver needle techniques.

David wasn't sure if this was that lost art of gold thread acupuncture, but watching the young woman work with such mastery, he realized she was in a league of her

own.