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

Mirabella let out a reluctant sigh, "Alright, fine. If I keep saying no, I'll just come off as difficult. Let's get this over with."

The three men exchanged glances, speechless.

She had to be the most audacious person they'd ever met!

And worse, they couldn't take her down.

Mirabella pulled up her payment app, displaying her QR code. Just as she was about to pass it over, she remembered she'd literally disarmed these guys. She coughed awkwardly, wishing she'd left them at least one arm.

No big deal, though. For the money, reattaching their arms was a small price to pay.noveldrama

She reattached the arm of the guy in the driver's seat. It had hurt when she took it off, but putting it back was even worse. Luckily, the car was soundproof, or his screams would've echoed all around.

Seeing the $50,000 deposit notification on her phone, Mirabella felt pretty good. She glanced at the other two, "Need a hand with your arms?"

The two men shook their heads frantically, "No, no, we're good like this..."

Letting this crazy woman reattach their arms? Might as well ask for another beating.

Mirabella felt a twinge of regret. Outside, someone had already emerged from the mansion.

She stepped out of the car.

As soon as she did, the car sped off, even bumping into a stone step in its haste.

Mirabella's cheeks twitched.

The mansion's iron gate creaked open, and a butler stepped out, eyes narrowing as he watched the fleeing car. Hadn't the young master instructed them to bring the guest inside, take care of business, and only then leave?

Why had they bolted so soon?

Confused, the butler turned his gaze to Mirabella. He froze momentarily upon seeing her face but quickly regained his composure, his voice icy, "You must be Miss Ning's daughter. Follow me."

Without another word, the butler turned and walked into the mansion, his posture oozing arrogance.

Mirabella, intrigued, followed him inside.

Some people can't be avoided or ignored, she mused. She had turned them down last time, and now they had resorted to kidnapping her from school.

She was curious why the Cunningham family was so determined to find her.

The mansion, Austin Cunningham's private estate, was vast and luxurious, much larger than Mirabella's current home. The rich European decor screamed wealth.

As she walked in, Mirabella clicked her tongue. The Cunningham family was loaded.

The butler, leading the way, occasionally glanced back at Mirabella, seeing her awe-struck expression. He couldn't help but scoff.

Clearly, she was a small-town girl, not used to the finer things.

Soon, the butler led Mirabella inside. He changed his shoes and then tossed a pair in front of her, indicating she should do the same. Without waiting, he pulled out his phone and headed towards the living room, making a call.

Mirabella glanced at the shoes on the floor, her expression indifferent, deciding not to change into them.

The butler was on the phone with Austin, informing him of Mirabella's arrival. When he turned around and saw that she hadn't followed the house rules by changing her shoes, his brows knitted in annoyance. But since he was still on the call, he didn't say anything immediately.

"...Alright, no need for you to come back. I'll have Dr. Hulls take care of what you asked," the butler said, ending the call. He quickly hung up and marched back to Mirabella.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm half an hour late. See you tomorrow~"