The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1208

Paul had been glued to his computer screen, waiting for what felt like ages. When he finally saw a response pop up on the clunky old website, he clicked it open immediately. After a brief pause, he typed, “Rea?”

Mirabella’s fingers shook a little when she saw those letters, but she quickly pulled herself together and shot back a question mark.

Paul paused for a few seconds, then asked, “Who gave you the Elixir of Purity?”

Mirabella tapped her response impatiently, “Are you buying or just here to waste time?”

The impatience in her words was hard to miss.

Paul felt a bit let down, but then remembered how Rea usually was and sent over a number.

Mirabella stared at the digits on her screen, her cheeks twitching in disbelief.

That stingy attitude of his was really getting worse. She recalled spending ten million just to snag the Lunar Lace from James, and now Paul was offering a measly one million for a finished product?

Might as well be a bandit, she thought.

Mirabella couldn’t help but scorn him in her mind as she quickly typed back, “Nothing under twenty million. Take it or leave it. No haggling, no small talk.”

Paul: “...”

After sending the message, Mirabella promptly logged into the website’s hosting service, adjusted the pricing, and logged off.

The rich, with their tacky ways, always so tight-fisted.

Shutting down her computer, Mirabella leaned back in her chair with a lazy stretch, her eyes drifting to the backpack beside her.

After a moment, she sat up and pulled out the thick stack of documents Atlas had handed her that afternoon.

It was all about the Davis family’s business dealings in the city.

Flipping through the pages, the more Mirabella read, the more her head began to throb.

Why Grady had given her this was beyond her.

Just then, her phone rang from the desk. She glanced at the caller ID before setting the documents aside and picking up.

James was on the balcony, the night breeze ruffling his hair as he gazed into the distance. He spoke first, “Why’re you up so late? What’s keeping you busy?”