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

It was still early, with three hours to go until 7 PM. Mirabella cruised around the neighborhood before finally parking outside James's mansion. She smoothly opened the door and stepped inside.

"Ah, Ms. Mirabella, you're finally here," Wyatt said, putting down what he was holding and hurrying over to greet her at the door.

Mirabella nodded slightly with a soft hum, changed her shoes, and walked into the living room.

"James is down in the basement. Feel free to make yourself comfortable," Wyatt said, heading off to pour her a glass of water. Just then, the doorbell rang, and he went to answer it.

Moments later, Wyatt returned carrying two elegantly wrapped bags and placed them on the coffee table in front of Mirabella. "James got some special afternoon coffee for you."

Mirabella raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Wyatt then came over with a box. "Oh, Ms. Mirabella, I've got something to show you."

Mirabella glanced at the box, noticing several small porcelain bottles, each with a familiar mark. She picked up one. "Pharmacy Guild's medicine?"

Wyatt nodded, surprised. "You recognize the Pharmacy Guild's medicine, Ms. Mirabella?"

Mirabella gave a soft nod. She opened a bottle to sniff it, then set it down, examining a few others before turning to Wyatt. "All wound medicines. Is someone hurt?"

"No, nobody's hurt. Just ordering in bulk for someone. Which do you think is best for quick healing?" Wyatt asked.

Originally, he planned to take the meds to the camp's medical team for testing, but with an expert like Mirabella around, it was much easier. That's why he had asked if she could come over.

Mirabella didn't ask further and nodded, inspecting the dozen or so bottles before picking out three. "These three."

Wyatt set the chosen bottles aside, grinning. "Thanks a bunch."noveldrama

An expert indeed, solving in minutes what would have taken ten days.

James emerged from the basement, noticing Wyatt's grin near where Mirabella sat. Squinting slightly, he strolled over.

"You're here," James said, taking off his gloves and sitting beside Mirabella, casually draping an arm over the back of the sofa.

Wyatt called out to James, and when he caught James's calm glance, he realized something and quickly stood up, chuckling awkwardly. "I'll go check on Curtis in the basement."

With that, he swiftly left with the medicine box.

Mirabella, holding her milk coffee, cast a sideways glance at Wyatt's quick exit, then turned back to James with a teasing smile. "Emmitt, you're quite the presence."

"Emmitt?" James raised an eyebrow, his fingers lightly twirling a strand of her hair. "Got plans tonight?"

"Hmm?" Mirabella mumbled around her straw.

James let go of her hair and straightened up slightly. "Uncle Hugh and Marian are

in town, thought we could have dinner together."

Mirabella looked at him, dragging out her response. "Oh, I'm busy tonight."

James leaned in, curious. "Busy? With what?"

Mirabella coughed lightly, lifting her milk coffee, and simply said, "I've got a dinner meeting tonight."

"A dinner meeting? What kind of dinner meeting?" James pressed on, ignoring her gesture.