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

Chapter 387

Mirabella made her way next door once again.

Nikolai caught sight of her returning with an antiqued–looking iron box cradled in her arms. and couldn’t help his curiosity. “What’s in the box?” he inquired, wondering if it was yet another concoction of hers.

Mirabella set the iron box on a nearby table, her fingers deftly undoing the latch. The box opened with ease, revealing sheepskin–wrapped silver needles. “Acupuncture needles,” she responded to Nikolai’s question.

She unfurled the sheepskin to disclose an array of silver needles of varying lengths, at least a hundred in total.

Nikolai watched in amazement. His family, the Reeves, had a long lineage in alternative healing and did their fair share of acupuncture, but they never crafted such an extensive collection of needles. Once his initial shock subsided, Nikolai asked, “Are you planning on using these on James?”

Mirabella nodded, her mind busying itself with how to strategically place the needles to alleviate James‘ nerve pain while also addressing his chronic ailments.

“I’ve

just tried acupuncture on James, but it seemed to worsen his pain,” said Nikolai, a hint of concern in his voice.

methods,” Mirabella remarked, her

might those be?” pondered

up a needle and turned to Wyatt. “Strip

at his

moved to the bedside. When he caught the apprehension in James‘ actions, he chuckled slightly. “Boss, Ms. Mirabella is

look. Wyatt pretended not to noticeJames‘ glare and proceeded to help James out of his shirt. Turning back to Mirabella, he

as well?”

was visibly irritated. That bloody

Mirabella replied nonchalantly, acting as if there was nothing amiss.

a touch of trepidation, Wyatt followed through with Mirabella’s

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chair, he looked back at Mirabella, who appeared puzzled by his reaction–it was

gaze swept over his body.