The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1275

Mirabella swung open the door to the study, stepping into a world of minimalist black-and-white elegance. The room was spotless and inviting, with a whole wall of books neatly lined up like soldiers ready for inspection. But what really caught her eye was a peculiar little ornament on the central shelf—made of oddly shaped metallic pieces, it gleamed with a silvery light.

She set down the blueprints she’d been carrying and wandered over to the display, her eyes lingering on the ornament, her mind momentarily adrift. It didn’t look like anything practical—neither a gadget nor a weapon. Yet, its form was strangely familiar, echoing something she’d once seen in her family’s archives.

After a moment lost in thought, Mirabella shrugged off the feeling and left the study. As she descended the stairs, she caught a whiff of activity from the kitchen, where the hustle and bustle continued. She gave a quick glance before settling onto the sofa in the living room.

The image of the silver ornament still danced in her mind. Pulling out her phone, she shot a message to Cassandra on Messenger: "Can you sneak into the restricted area and snag a video for me?"

Minutes ticked by with no reply. Unfazed, Mirabella dialed Atlas. He picked up from somewhere outside the hospital, mentioning that Nick was set to be discharged the next day and would soon head off to an international medical conference.

"Sounds good," Mirabella replied casually. "As long as he doesn’t overdo it like last time, he’ll be alright."

Atlas couldn’t help but smirk, detecting the subtle tease in her tone. Clearing his throat, he assured her, "Got it. I’ll keep an eye on Mr. Nick."

With a nod, Mirabella wrapped up the call just as James announced dinner. "You’ve got quite the chef’s touch these days," she remarked, grabbing a rib.

"Thanks for the praise," James replied, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

As she ate, James asked, "How’s Nick holding up?"