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

Mirabella's eyebrows lifted slightly at the words, and with a quick affirmation, she ended the call.

Not long after, she stepped out of her department and immediately saw a sedan parked by the campus road.

At that moment, James, with his hands tucked into his coat pockets, was lazily leaning against the car door, idly spinning his phone. Upon seeing Mirabella, however, he straightened up.

"Isn't it risky for someone rumored to be ill to show up at school?" Mirabella approached, eyeing him with a light tsk.

James pocketed his phone and opened the passenger door, his smile ambiguous, "Need to earn a living, maybe find a wife."

Mirabella's cheeks twitched, and she silently bent down to get into the car.

James' lips curled into a smile, his cold, handsome face softening as he closed the door and quickly got into the car himself.

The car slowly drove out of Prestige College.

"By the way, Nikolai came looking for me again at noon today." Mirabella's fingers carelessly played with the hem of her clothing, tilting her head towards the driver, "He said that Presley from the Medicine Association has a remedy from the Stevenson family that could cure your secret ailment."

It took James a couple of seconds to respond with a puzzled, "Why didn't Nikolai come to me directly?"

"Presley wants the recipe I have," Mirabella shrugged, adding, "Probably the main reason your ailment flared up this time is this."

At a red light, James slowly pressed the brake, stopping the car, then said, "It's not just that."noveldrama

The recipe was convenient, but it was likely more of a warning to him.

After all, the person who had harmed him years ago had never been found, and now they were suddenly making a move, the intention wasn't hard to guess.

James rested his arm on the steering wheel, looking ahead, "They don't want me interfering with the Medicine Association's matters."

Mirabella's eyebrows raised in understanding, "Presley is afraid you'll help David?"

"Perhaps." As the green light came で

on, James started the car again,

"David's health probably won't allow

him to continue as the president of

the Medicine Association, and naturally, others will covet his position."

Mirabella nodded, her gaze falling outside the window. After a few more exchanges, she realized they weren't heading towards the residential area and

turned to ask, "Where are we going?"

"Dinner." James had just finished speaking when his phone on the side rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he picked it up.

It was Wyatt calling.

Seeing this, Mirabella didn't say anything more.

Soon, the car stopped outside a high-end restaurant, where a private dining room had been booked in

escorted by the restaurant manat

advance. They were directly

to an exclusive room on the second floor.

After ordering, Wyatt arrived shortly, nodding to Mirabella in greeting before addressing James without reservation, "Presley is indeed backed by a significant party, a company called Pioneer Group."

"Pioneer Group?" James narrowed his eyes in thought, admitting he had never heard of the company, "What's their background?"

While handing over the documents he brought to James, Wyatt explained, "It's a headhunting firm from abroad, involved in all sorts of fields However, it's very low-key

within its industry, only known as 'an unremarkable small company"..."

As they continued their discussion, neither noticed Mirabella's expression briefly

change at the mention of Pioneer Group.