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

Chapter 295

Half an hour later, Mirabella arrived at the address Wyatt had sent her. She had barely stepped out of the taxi when Wyatt, who had been waiting by the entrance of the residential complex, spotted her.

Striding towards her, he saw the taxi speed away, and noticing that she was alone, a wave of disappointment washed over him. However, he quickly mustered a forced smile and said, “Ms Mirabella, has the person who crafts the incense… not arrived yet?”

Mirabella glanced at Wyatt. “No, they haven’t.”

Wyatt took this to mean the person might be running late. He nodded and said, “Oh… well then, let’s go inside. I’ll come back out when they get here.”

With a soft hum of agreement, Mirabella didn’t offer further explanation.

Wyatt’s car was parked on the curb. He courteously opened the door for Mirabella, waited for her to get in, and then closed it behind her before taking his place in the driver’s seat. Soon after, with a swipe of a card, the gates to the complex opened, and Wyatt drove through.

later, Mirabella stepped out of the car and cast a brief, indifferent

the room, pausing slightly upon seeing Nikolai and another person beside him, but she quickly

Mirabella’s entrance, he was visibly taken aback. Then his eyes shifted

violent cough. Blood tinged

come,” he said, his voice as cool

of several people in the

and made the connection. His eyebrows knitted together as his piercing gaze swept over her before he

heavy tone. “Didn’t you say you were picking up a miracle healer?” What use was bringing an ordinary person

had flared up again. His injury was indirectly caused by Mirabella inviting him to the night market.

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to ignore his icy demeanor, replying in a muffled