The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 397

Leo fished out his phone from his pocket, surprised to see that Nick was calling him. He quickly answered the call.

"Nick, what's up? You never call out of the blue," Leo said, curious and a bit amused.

Across the table, Emmitt looked up from his plate of a half-eaten burger and fries, his gaze shifting to Leo.

Nick, gripping his phone, sat hunched over his laptop, his eyes scanning an article on the latest news. "I just caught wind of the buzz online," he mentioned casually.

Realization dawned on Leo. "Oh, that. It's all water under the bridge now, Nick. No need to sweat it."

"Be more careful next time," Nick replied, his tone light. Though his face was still a shade too pale, he looked markedly healthier than before.

"Yeah, I got it," Leo acknowledged with a nod.

Something seemed to click in Nick's mind, prompting him to rise from his chair and push open the balcony door to step outside. "By the way, how are you feeling? Did you get a check-up recently? How's the recovery going?"

Leo hadn't shared the details of his health with Emmitt, so he responded vaguely, "I'm back to a hundred percent now."

Nick paused, not probing further, and simply advised, "Even if you're feeling better, try to avoid any rough sports for a while."

Leo tapped his nose, a signature gesture when he was about to reveal something. "What I mean, Nick, is that I'm completely healed."

Nick's grip on the phone tightened. "What do you mean?"

Standing up, Leo walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, lowering his voice slightly. "Mirabella hooked me up with this remedy, and after taking it, I was good as new. It's quite the miracle."

"A remedy from Mirabella?" Nick sounded puzzled.

"Yeah, it's a long story. I'm grabbing a bite with Emmitt right now. Do you want to say hi to him?" Leo glanced back at Emmitt, a gentle offer in his tone.

"I will." Leo waved and was about to head to the parking lot when a waiter from the restaurant hurried out after them.

"Sir, you've left something behind."

Leo stopped in his tracks and turned to see the waiter holding a beautifully wrapped box.

Instinctively, Leo looked at Emmitt.

Emmitt glanced at the box in the waiter's hands, then quickly averted his eyes, his voice detached. "You must be mistaken. That's not ours."

Without another glance at the waiter, Emmitt told Leo, "Let's go," and strode off toward the parking lot.

The waiter, puzzled, scratched her head. "But... I'm pretty sure this was on your table..." The private dining room had been cleaned right before their arrival; it couldn't belong to anyone else.