The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1070
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"Alright, I got it," Mirabella said with a casual nod, not giving much thought to the ID card. She picked up the box, checked the herbs inside, and once satisfied, closed it again.
Wyatt hadn't peeked inside the box since he got it, so when he saw Mirabella open it, he realized it was full of herbs. He glanced at her, recalling Grant mentioning something about a vice president earlier. Could she be with the Pharmacists’ Guild?
After mulling it over for a moment, Wyatt asked, "Ms. Mirabella, have you ever been to the Pharmacists’ Guild?"
Mirabella placed the box back on the coffee table and shook her head, "Nope."
With that, Wyatt figured there was no point in probing further. If Ms. Mirabella were really the vice president of the Pharmacists’ Guild, he'd definitely know, given their high status in Riverdale. Surely, word would've gotten around.
Wyatt looked over at James, who was busy in the kitchen, and said, "Well, since I've dropped off the goods, I should get going."
Light bulbs were fragile, and he wasn't eager to get on James's bad side. Wyatt made his exit soon after.
Once dinner was over, Mirabella took a quick bathroom break. Checking the time on her return, she was ready to gather her things and head home.
James was on the couch, engrossed in something on his phone. As Mirabella approached to speak, the noise from his phone made her temples throb.
James had finally found a moment to watch a video Curtis had sent him. His expression shifted slightly as he watched a sharp turn from the first race.
The maneuvering was eerily familiar.
Unable to stand it any longer, Mirabella coughed, picked up the box of herbs from the coffee table, and said in a steady voice, "I'm heading home now."
If she didn't leave soon, she felt like things might go sideways.
James paused the video and looked up at her, then got up, "Alright, I'll walk you out."
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