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

Mirabella paused for a moment, then waved her other hand dismissively, "No worries, I'll drive myself."

James watched her, but in the end, he didn't push it, letting go with his well- defined fingers.

Mirabella tucked her hands into her coat pockets, feeling pretty good as she headed to the door, her steps gaining a bit of a spring.

Suddenly, Curtis snapped back to reality and said, "Oh, speaking of cars, I almost forgot. On Monday, Xun mentioned that someone drove a Phantom sports car, and there are only five of those in the world. I'm going to look up their origins now."

Just as she reached the door, Mirabella, with her sharp ears, stumbled, "Wait, what?!"

Is that even possible?!

She turned to glance back at the living room, her cheeks twitching, and then quickly slipped on her shoes.

Hearing Curtis, James narrowed his eyes, "A Phantom sports car?"

"Yeah, that's the one Xun was talking about. I was wondering who would own a car worth a hundred million and still join a competition for a twenty million commission," Curtis mused.

Especially when it involves risking their life.

Still leaning against the doorframe, Mirabella mumbled, "Seriously?!"

James gave Curtis a look, something clicking in his mind, and then he turned his gaze towards the door.

Thanks to his sharp memory, he recalled someone driving a Phantom sports car that night.

"What color was it?" he asked slowly.

"I'll ask Xun," Curtis said, not too sure himself. He put aside his laptop and pulled out his phone to call Xun.

While he was on the phone, the sound of the door closing echoed. Curtis glanced up at the door while speaking to Xun.

Soon, Curtis got his answer, "It was silver-gray."

James heard this and stayed silent for a while, his expression a bit complicated.

Curtis, not noticing the look on James's face, just added, "I'll check out the owners of those five sports cars now."

James pressed his fingertips to his forehead, settled onto the couch, and finally spoke, "No need."

Curtis, about to make a call, paused and looked up, "Oh... no need to check?" James gave a small nod, picking up his phone again to watch a video.

Curtis, scratching his head in confusion and staying quiet for a moment, asked softly, "James, do you already know who it is?"

James didn't answer, his eyes glued to his phone, his gaze holding a hint of something.

Oh, so that's why it felt familiar.

**

Knowing she had already given herself away, Mirabella left the complex and grabbed a cab to her appointment.

By the time she got to the restaurant, Adler was already there.

He poured her a cup of coffee, eyeing her curiously, "You look... like you've got something on your mind?"

Mirabella, resting her chin in her hand, let out a long sigh, "Life's just a bore!" Adler's lips twitched, "Trouble with your boyfriend?"

Mirabella just shot him a sidelong glance, picked up her coffee, and took a sip, "Where's the stuff?"

Adler reached for a palm-sized wooden box on the chair next to him, set it on the table, and pushed it towards Mirabella, "The med school's got tight security; I could only snag a small vial."noveldrama

His hand was red and swollen, like it had been burned.

Mirabella noticed it right away, "What happened to your hand?"

Adler realized he'd used the wrong hand and coughed, "Got careless during an experiment, spilled some reagents, and ended up with a burn."