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

Upstairs.

Chapter 141

Mirabella, clutching her belongings, twisted the knob and pushed open the door to the neighboring room.

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With a flick of the switch on the wall, the sparse room layout – one bed, one desk came into view, all cast in modern, minimalist decor and suffused with cool tones. On the wall hung two framed certificates of achievement that caught her eye.

She set her things down gently on the desk and made her way over to the certificates. Her curiosity was aroused by the recognitions they bore. One was for the prestigious Norsen Prize in Medical Biology, a hallmark of excellence within the medical community of the States, awarded triennially to individuals who exhibited extraordinary talent in the medical field. The other was the Rasko Medical Award, equally renowned on the international stage. Either accolade on its own was a testament to the significant contributions the recipient had made to medical science.

Mirabella hadn’t expected that this brother of hers, whom she had never met, was a medical prodigy. She noted the date on the awards – both from five years ago. Nick would have been around twenty at that time?

curiosity about this Nick intensified. It was a shame he was abroad. Otherwise, it could have been an

focus, she drew the curtains closed, turned on the air conditioning, and waited for the room to reach the desired temperature before she began sorting through the heap of herbal ingredients on

and ratio of powdered sandalwood and medicinal herbs. While not a professional incense maker, Mirabella had a natural affinity for mixing fragrances and compounding medicines. Her ability to combine several potent herbs

her, concocting the composition for Incense of Calm was

on the cutting board, exhaling deeply. All that remained was for

down at her fingers smeared with incense clay before heading to the washroom to clean up.,

finally opened the door to leave. No sooner had she

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pace, Mirabella moved toward him. Her nose was immediately assaulted by the pungent scent of alcohol. She frowned