The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 139

After decades of delving into medical theories, if the old man could concoct the remedy, he would have done it by now, instead of sitting there, clutching an ancient tome, clueless on how to proceed.

The elder sighed before continuing. “You might want to show this book to folks over at the Pharmacists‘ Guild. Maybe they’ll get something out of it.”

Wyatt’s eyes settled on the book the old man was offering. Just as he was about to reach for it. James spoke up slowly. “A gentleman does not covet what another cherishes. Since this is a heirloom of your ancestors, it wouldn’t be right for me to borrow it.”

Wyatt felt a mix of frustration and urgency. “But what about the condition you have…”

James raised his hand to stop him, calm and composed. “Didn’t Nikolai say there’s a temporary solution? That will do for now.

“If only we could find a descendant from the fabled Massolio Clan, James‘ predicament might easily be resolved.” Nikolai sighed and paused. Then he added, “However… no one from that clan has ever surfaced, so their very existence remains a mystery.”

recalling the information he had previously gathered, clenched his fists and said with determination, “No matter what it takes, even if I have

market. Her luck was not too bad, for she managed to find the last ingredient she needed. With her shopping list

skyrocket, and counterfeits were rampant. When Mirabella arrived at the spice shop, the owner tried to pass off inferior goods from another region, thinking she was just a naive young lady. But once she exposed his ruse, he quickly realized he was dealing with a connoisseur and reluctantly brought out the genuine article. Although the quality of the sandalwood was somewhat disappointing, it

sky had darkened completely. Delilah had called twice already, so Mirabella hailed a cab and headed home. When she arrived, it was nearly

and began to help her, saying, “It’s good for a girl to go out. Maybe shop for some clothes or jewelry…” However, her words came to an abrupt halt when she inadvertently glimpsed a piece of wood in

house slippers, turned to see her mother’s

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expression, “Please don’t tell me you went shopping and brought home a rotten plece of wood.”

at the very least, some treats. But hers? She brought home a piece