The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

At that moment, Mirabella and Grady had just arrived at the club, making their way to the suite upstairs where the phone signal was spotty. As soon as the call connected, it got cut off with a clattering noise.

Mirabella glanced at her phone, hung up, and quickly switched to the club's Wi-Fi to message Owen via Messenger, "Signal's weak here, let's chat on Messenger."

Owen was about to try calling again when he saw her message pop up. He switched to Messenger and typed back, "My professor has a friend in the Pharmacists' Guild who's really interested in your medicine and wants to meet you."

The suite was roomy. Mirabella walked over to the couch, sat down, and rubbed her temples as she read Owen's message. To keep her medicine from being easily recognized, she'd made it look a bit rough around the edges. Unless someone was a real expert, even Nikolai might not figure it out.

She quickly replied, "Sorry, it's not convenient."

Owen wasn't surprised by her answer, but he could feel David's intense stare beside him. He paused and sent another message, "He's the president of the Pharmacists' Guild."

Mirabella's lips twitched. No wonder her medicine was spotted. Still uninterested in meeting any president, she declined again, "Too busy, no time for meetings."

Owen recognized the polite brush-off. After sending a quick "Okay," he looked up at David with an apologetic smile, "Sorry, David, she's swamped with her studies and can't fit it in."

"Is that so..." David's eyes showed disappointment, but he nodded in understanding. After all, she was clearly talented, maybe even a bit of a prodigy. Thinking of historical persistence, like Liu Bei visiting Zhuge Liang three times, David comforted himself with a small smile, "Maybe when she's less busy..."

Before he could finish, realization dawned on David, and he turned to Owen, "...Did you say she's too busy studying?"

Did he hear that right?noveldrama

Owen blinked, then nodded, "Yeah, studying."

David's smile faltered as he asked, "Studying what?"

"She's a college student," Frank chimed in from the side, not realizing the bombshell he was dropping on David.

A college student?

Still just a young girl?

David couldn't hide his shock, pointing at the plastic bottle with the medicine, "You're telling me the person who made this is a... college student?"

Frank glanced at David, sensing that a simple 'yes' might lead to an overreaction, so he just shrugged.

"This isn't just any medicine, it might be beyond grade A..." David clutched the bottle, a mix of awe and disbelief on his face, "I barely managed to make grade-A medicine in my thirties."

A college student, barely out of her teens, crafting something this advanced was nothing short of remarkable.

Even his brightest pupil, Devon, didn't pull this off until his thirties.

Frank didn't grasp the significance of the medicine's grade, but seeing David's reaction, he figured it must be precious. With that thought, he grabbed the bottle from David and tucked it into his jacket pocket.

David, snapping back to reality, was left speechless.