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

Just as she turned her head, she saw the man standing behind her like a ghost, very close, "You..."

Before she could finish, James had already wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tightly into his embrace, his voice deep and gritted, "At your age?" Mirabella, still not quite reacting to the situation, was puzzled, "?"

"Why aren't you speaking?" James lifted his other hand, his thumb landing on Mirabella's lips, gently caressing them before repeating the question, "My age, huh?"

Mirabella smiled, "... You're very young."

"Evading the question," James lowered his head, nipping at her earlobe.

Mirabella: "..."

There's a saying that fits, old men are trouble not worth messing with.

"Old but certified," James slightly tilted his cheek, his lips very close to the corner of Mirabella's, "Your disdain changes nothing."

Mirabella looked at the man so close to her, his deep eyes filled with her reflection, and sighed softly. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, "By that logic... I might end up being older than you?"

Two identities indeed.

James's heart raced, his attention captivated by her current action so much that he barely listened to what Mirabella was saying. He lowered his head, kissing her lips.

Shortly after, a ringtone interrupted them, snapping Mirabella back to reality. She pushed against someone's chest, "Your phone."

Interrupted, James was in a less than pleasant mood. He slightly loosened his hold on Mirabella, took out his phone, and answered the call from Wyatt with a particularly icy tone, "You better have a good reason."

Wyatt, on the other end, almost didn't catch his phone upon hearing that menacing voice, stunned for a few seconds before hurriedly saying, "James, we haven't found the person tailing your car. They're very cautious, still unclear who is tracking you."

"Got it." James hung up directly.

Wyatt: "."

What kind of luck has he been having lately, always stepping on landmines?

"Didn't find the person?" Mirabella raised an eyebrow at him, having overheard Wyatt's words on the call since they were so close.

"Mhm, don't worry about it." James once again cupped Mirabella's face and kissed her, then led her to sit down and pressed the bell to call a waiter to order.

While waiting for their food, Mirabella took out her phone and used the notepad to compose two prescriptions, sending them directly to Devon.

Asking him to concoct these two medicines.noveldrama

Since Devon had been appointed as the head of the Pharmacists Guild, he had been busier than ever, almost more so than when he was engrossed in studying

pharmacology day and night.

Receiving two more prescriptions from Mirabella, his feelings had evolved from

initial shock to now admiration.

He quickly replied with an okay to Mirabella.

Worried she might forget later,

Mirabella also messaged Wade for an address, and after getting it, she forwarded it to Devon, "Please express these medicines to this place when they're ready, thanks."

Devon: "Alright, I'll send it to your friend in a couple of days after I've concocted them."

After sending this, Devon thought for a moment and then decided to ask, "Um... Are you not worried about me making a mistake with the medicines?"

Mirabella raised an eyebrow, typing leisurely on her phone screen, "I trust my judgment in people."

Otherwise, she wouldn't have supported Devon for the head of the Pharmacists Guild.

Seeing Mirabella's message, Devon suddenly felt moved and remarked, "Actually, with your capabilities, you would be the most suitable as the Guild Head."