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

Grant shook his head with a chuckle, "Nah, it's just a regular prescription."

Creating ancient remedies isn't exactly a walk in the park, especially when the deputy chairman is someone nobody's heard of.

Seeing Grant's casual denial, the deputy chairman's eyes narrowed slightly, but he let it slide without pressing further.

Before long, the warehouse manager had gathered all the ingredients, and Grant left with the medicine in hand.

Once Grant was out the door, the deputy chairman turned to the warehouse staff, curious about what Grant had requested.

The staff didn't hold back, listing off each ingredient before returning to their work. Dane, standing nearby, felt a hint of familiarity with some of the rarer ingredients mentioned but couldn't quite place where he'd heard them before.

He glanced at the deputy chairman, pondering for a moment, then said, "Most of these ingredients are just for general wellness, not really for ancient remedies."

The deputy chairman, looking younger than his fifty-something years thanks to his knowledge of pharmacology and wellness, nodded, "Yeah, nothing too special about them."

Even if there was something unique, without knowing the exact crafting steps, the remedy's quality and effects could differ.

With that, Dane shrugged it off and turned back to the warehouse manager, saying, "Oh, by the way, did you get a chance to check out that book I lent you last time?"

The deputy chairman's eyes lit up, "The recipes in that book are intriguing, probably some ancient remedies passed down through the ages."

He paused, adding, "But I feel like I haven't quite cracked it yet, something seems off."

Dane's expression shifted slightly, "That book's been in my family for generations. It's ancient, so it might take some time to figure out."

"That makes sense. I'll dive back into it when I have a moment. No rush to return it, right?" the deputy chairman replied.noveldrama

Dane smiled, "Take your time, no hurry."

The deputy chairman nodded, appreciating Dane's perceptiveness.

Soon enough, the warehouse manager had their orders ready, and the deputy chairman, having other things to attend to, headed out.

As Dane was leaving, it finally clicked why Mr. Boyd's prescription sounded familiar—it matched what Johnny had asked for recently.

Dane was a bit puzzled but chalked it up to coincidence. After all, the symptoms they were treating were pretty similar, so the remedies weren't too different.

*

Grant shot Mirabella a quick message on Messenger, asking where to drop off the medicine. But Mirabella was still busy in the school lab when she got it. Conveniently, James had sent her a message earlier, wondering when she'd be wrapping up, so she gave him a quick call.

James agreed and hung up swiftly.

Across from him, Sam, cigarette in hand, couldn't help but shiver at his nephew's tone, suspecting James might have a split personality.

James raised an eyebrow at Sam, his gaze as calm as ever. He took a sip of his coffee just as his phone buzzed with a message from Mirabella, forwarding Grant's number.

Checking the time, he sent the number to Wyatt, instructing him to pick up the items pronto.

After sending off the message, he looked up at Sam and asked casually, "Uncle, what was it you needed my help with again?"