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

Chapter 515

Using a C–grade recipe for a brewing potion was enough to take your breath away.

Dane picked up the porcelain bottle beside him, filled it with the pills, and then looked up at his brother. “What were you about to say?” Asher shook his head. “Nothing much, Dane. That concoction you whipped up from the girl’s recipe, does it have a quality grade?” He stretched out his hand, aiming to snatch the bottle from Dane’s grip, but came up short.

“No grade,” Dane said flatly, then turned and headed out the door with the bottle in hand.

Asher sheepishly withdrew his hand, watching Dane’s retreating figure before muttering, “If it’s got no grade, why won’t you let me have a look?”

Shaking his head, Asher turned his attention back to the workbench, tidying up the medical tools one by one. After putting everything in order, something suddenly clicked in his mind. He had completely forgotten about the matter of the girl concocting twenty pills earlier due to the interruption. Well, it wasn’t anything to fuss over anyway.

After leaving the Reeves family, Mirabella didn’t head back to school but hailed a cab straight home.

Stepping out of the cab, she stood before the gates of her villa, about to punch in the security code, when she noticed a tall figure in the garden. He was looking up, seemingly inspecting something. The distinguishing long scar running from the back of his head to his ear was unmistakable.

and her eyebrows arched slightly. What was this man doing

was sharpened, but upon catching sight of Mirabella, it softened into surprise. He hadn’t expected to bump into Mirabella at this

a calm demeanor, Mirabella punched in the code, and the gate swung

Mirabella,” Curtis greeted her with a polite

him. “What brings you

keeping Mr. Donald company,” Curtis replied

and her eyes briefly darted toward the entrance of the villa, then back to

Donald caused a twitch in Curtis‘ temple. She was probably the first to

arrived a short while ago,”

response, then turned to

was puzzled. “Ms. Mirabella, you’ve just arrived and you’re

her stride. “Yeah.” After a moment’s thought, she turned back to ask, “Is James around?”

shook his head. “No, he’s not.” That was precisely why Donald