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

Johnny glanced away and headed for the school gate. Within minutes, Mirabella stepped out of the building.

Spotting her, Johnny gave a polite nod, "Ms. Mirabella."noveldrama

Mirabella pulled out a small white plastic bottle from her backpack. "There are five pills inside. Take one every three days. In two weeks, I'll give Mr. Leigh his acupuncture treatment."

"Got it." Johnny nodded, taking the bottle.

The bottle had no label, but it looked like it once held jelly beans. Johnny gave it a quick look before putting it away, not asking any questions.

"By the way, Ms. Mirabella, are you heading back to class, or do you have other plans? I'm free right now and can give you a lift," Johnny offered, noticing the backpack on her shoulder.

Mirabella casually adjusted her strap. "No need, I have a ride coming."

"Alright then." Johnny nodded, pausing briefly. Remembering the car he'd seen parked nearby, he glanced over to see it was still there. He looked back at Mirabella. "Even though Riverdale's pretty safe, it's always good to stay alert."

Mirabella raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by Johnny's concern, and thanked him.

With a smile and a wave, Johnny turned and walked away.

Mirabella checked her watch and slowly made her way to the curb.

A few cars were parked haphazardly along the street. While waiting for Atlas's car, Mirabella put on her earphones and started scrolling through her phone.

Just then, a sedan parked not too far away began to move, slowly backing up towards her.

Sensing the car's approach, she turned off her phone and looked up, her face showing a hint of indifference.

As the passenger and rear doors opened, two men with intimidating tattoos on their arms stepped out, exuding an unmistakable air of trouble.

They walked up to Mirabella, one of them positioning himself behind her as if to stop her from running.

Mirabella removed her earphones and watched their movements, her almond- shaped eyes narrowing slightly.

The man in front openly scanned her from head to toe, his gaze sleazy. "You must be Mirabella. Come with us."

Mirabella, adjusting her backpack strap, calmly asked, "Who wants to see me?"

Apart from the Cunningham family, she couldn't think of anyone else who would hassle her, a seemingly helpless college student.

"Yeah," the man admitted bluntly.

He glanced at the entrance of Prestige College, where students were steadily streaming out, his impatient expression growing more intense. "We're just doing our job. Make it easy and come with us, and you won't get hurt."

As he reached out to grab her arm, Mirabella sidestepped him.

Caught off guard, the man frowned and was about to signal his partner to grab her when he saw that Mirabella had already climbed into the car. Her cheerful voice floated out, "Alright, let's get a move on."

The man, still processing the situation, was left stunned.

Something definitely didn't go as planned.