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

Their eyes met briefly, acknowledging the unusual situation they found themselves in. Neither thought much of it, assuming Mirabella was just being considerate. Without further ado, they quickly got into the car. After all, they were outside the gates of Prestige College, where causing a scene could lead to unnecessary complications. Moreover, they had finally managed to track her down after much effort and didn't want any unexpected problems to arise.

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Just two minutes after their car drove off, Atlas's vehicle pulled up to the school. Knowing that Mirabella was always punctual, he made it a point to arrive five minutes early every time. However, this time, he ended up waiting in the car for a whole ten minutes, well past the agreed time of 5:00 PM, and she still hadn'tnoveldrama

shown up.

Atlas looked toward the school entrance, assuming she was delayed by something inside and chose not to text her right away, opting to wait a few more minutes instead. By 5:20 PM, Atlas's expression began to darken slightly, his instincts telling him something was off. From his interactions with Mirabella over time, he knew she was a person of principle who would have informed him in advance if something like today's delay had happened.

With a sinking feeling, Atlas reached for his phone and called Mirabella.

Meanwhile, in the car, Mirabella's phone had been taken by one of the men as soon as she got in, along with her backpack, which contained Wade's laptop. As the phone rang, disrupting the silence, the man sitting next to her, who was holding her phone, frowned instinctively, intending to hang up the call.

Mirabella, guessing who it might be, spoke up just as he was about to end the call, "I'd advise you to let me answer that. Otherwise, you're going to be in trouble."

The man looked at Mirabella with a sneer, the black skull earring on his earlobe glinting ominously, "Are you joking?"

Such naivety from young Miss Mirabella, thinking she could threaten someone like them? The next moment, he disconnected the call.

Seeing this, Mirabella just shook her head slightly, having tried to play the good Samaritan for once, only to be disbelieved. It seems some people can't be saved, no matter what.

With the man ending the call, Atlas's brow furrowed even deeper. The call ringing for so long only to be abruptly disconnected was a clear sign to someone as sensitive to abnormalities as Atlas that something was definitely wrong. Atlas didn't attempt to call again, not knowing what had happened on Mirabella's end and worried that further calls might put her in unforeseeable danger.

If Mirabella had run into adversaries from the Davis family's business... Atlas clenched his fist, not daring to imagine if what happened to Nick years ago could be happening to her now. Taking a deep breath, Atlas scrolled through his contacts to call his men, instructing them to immediately check the school's security footage. He hesitated to call Nick, fearing it might escalate the situation. He had only just moved past a kidnapping incident from years ago.

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In the car, Mirabella sat, seemingly unfazed by the three menacing thugs around her, looking entirely out of place in the dangerous situation, lazily resting against the car window. It was baffling, to say the least. Half an hour later, the car pulled up in front of a private villa, coming to a stop at the entrance.