The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 344

Nikolai chuckled mischievously. [Hey, hey, teach me how to make that incense, and I’ll keep my lips sealed.]

Mirabella let out a soft snort. Her fingers danced across the keyboard to type [Old man, time to wash up and hit the sack], but before she could hit send, another message from Nikolai popped up.

Nikolai: [Plus, I’ll give you a whopping 70% discount on any herbs you buy from me.]

Her fingers paused, swiftly erasing the typed message, and she replied with a chirpy tone, [Deal, I’ll teach you the works.]

Nikolai, who was gearing up for a hard bargain, was dumbfounded now. She just agreed like that? This wasn’t going according to plan.

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Pocketing her phone, Mirabella glanced out of the car window. Catherine’s medicine was running low. It was time to brew a fresh batch and ship it off.

She thought, “Yeah, I’ll make a list when I get home.”

Soon enough, the car pulled into her neighborhood. No sooner had Mirabella stepped into her home than the ringtone of her phone broke the silence. It was Wyatt calling. Balancing her phone between her ear and shoulder while slipping off her shoes, she answered.

“Ms. Mirabella, are you at home now?” Wyatt asked politely. At that moment, he was standing at the entrance of the Davis family’s old neighborhood, with Curtis seated in the passenger seat.

“Oh, I’m at home. What’s up?” Mirabella walked into the living room and poured herself a glass of water.

Wyatt held a square box in his hand. “I’ve got something I need you to take a look at. Can you come downstairs?”

“Right now?” Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Yeah, I’m right outside your building,” Wyatt said, gazing out of the car window.

“We’ve moved, not staying there anymore,” Mirabella said, setting her glass on the table.