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

"Luckily, I had my team pull back before causing a stir," the secretary suddenly sighed.

"Hmm?" Murray glanced at him.

The secretary quickly gave a rundown of his team trailing Mirabella. If they'd made a move today and succeeded, it would've been fine. But if they failed, the Davis family could easily trace it back to the Earl's estate, and sending an invitation might tip them off.

"You said she had quite a few bodyguards with her?" Murray asked.

The secretary nodded. "Our intel says the Davis family is keeping a close watch on her."

Murray crossed his arms, a playful smile spreading across his face. "Well, this is intriguing."

With both Asa and James involved, and the Davis family on high alert, this girl must be something special too.

Before long, the secretary was ready to leave. Just as he was about to step out, he hesitated but finally said, "By the way, the prince's condition seems to be getting worse. Shouldn't you start planning ahead, Earl?"

You know what they say, a wise bird picks a strong branch.

"Mind your words," Murray shot the secretary a glance. "What if Lockie's health suddenly improves? Nothing's certain."

The secretary, recalling the situation they'd been monitoring, simply replied, "It's unlikely he'll bounce back. Regardless, it's wise to plan ahead."

Even the top scientists have said his body is at its limit, and not even the best doctors could save him. There's really no 'what if' about it.

"I've got it under control." Murray leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes.

Seeing this, the secretary didn't say another word and left quickly.

**Mirabella had driven back to the Davis family estate.

Jaime had left an hour earlier; henoveldrama

was sent away on purpose. Mirabella wasn't interested in

anyone else, so when the old butter mentioned Jaime, she just listened quietly. After all, she wouldn't be staying long.

Noticing Mirabella's indifferent demeanor, the old butler, who had initially planned to discuss some family matters with her, decided

against it. "If you needing

Miss Mira, just call me. I'll take my leave."

Not being raised in the main house, after all, he thought as he walked away. Mirabella didn't notice the butler's expression. She pondered for a moment, then took out her phone and sent a message.

[I was cornered by people from the Earl's estate today.]

James, who wasn't too busy, saw the message from his girlfriend. He squinted slightly, didn't reply, and instead called her directly. "Did they make a move?"

Mirabella sighed softly, holding the phone, and said, "No, I'm generally quite peaceful. Wouldn't making a move seem a bit violent?"

Why bother using her hands when her feet could do the trick?

James, used to Mirabella's way of speaking, said resignedly, "Why does it feel like trouble starts brewing the moment I'm not around? Should I just tie you to my side with a rope?"

Mirabella shrugged, pretending to be distressed. "Maybe I'm just naturally drawn to trouble?"

All I want is a quiet life, but life seems to think otherwise.

James straightened up, dropping the joking tone. "Maybe the Earl's estate is targeting me."

Mirabella crossed her legs casually. "That might not be the case, but I doubt things will be calm for a while. Be careful."

Whether the Earl's estate was after her or James, it marked the beginning of chaos. Especially with Santos, who had been eerily quiet these past few days, as if he had given up searching for her. That was very unusual.