The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 631

Nick had been hearing a ton about his sister from their parents lately, and the walls at home, plastered with her awards, were proof of her academic brilliance.

“So, aiming for Prestige College after the SATs next year?” Nick asked casually.

Mirabella nodded, a hint of pride in her eyes. “I’ve got a direct admission offer.”

Nick’s lips curled into a smile. He stood up, walked over, and playfully ruffled her hair. “Way to go, kiddo!”

Mirabella, who had lost count of how many times she had her head patted, could only think, “Is this the wrong script?”

Nick pulled his hand back and added, “By the time you’re in college, I might head over to Riverdale too. I could keep you company.”

Mirabella looked surprised. “You’re going to work in Riverdale?”

“Looks like it,” Nick confirmed with a nod.

An old grad school buddy had been nagging him to join the Riverdale Research Institute for a while, but he had always turned it down.

Back then, returning to the US wasn’t on his radar, but now... Nick glanced at Mirabella. Since his sister was going to college in Riverdale, it was worth considering.

Mirabella nodded in agreement. Nick, with his international awards and reputation as a research fanatic, would be wasted in a regular hospital.

The Research Institute would be perfect.

“By the way, I’ll continue the acupuncture treatment tonight,” Mirabella changed the subject.

She was keen to test her new psychotherapy techniques.

Nick didn’t object; having tasted the sweet relief of a good night’s sleep, he was becoming increasingly wary of insomnia and wasn’t keen on experiencing it again.

*

After dinner, with her homework done, Mirabella carried a box to Nick’s room, finding his door ajar.

Nick glanced at Zach and then said, “We’re good.”

Mirabella lightly hummed in acknowledgment, stepped in, and placed the box on the side table. She flicked open the clasp, and the box sprang open.

Zach moved closer, intrigued by the box’s sophisticated opening mechanism. “Is this some kind of high-tech gadget?”

As he curiously reached out to touch it, Mirabella swatted his hand away.

“Curiosity killed the cat,” she warned.

Zach retracted his hand with a sheepish grin. “I’m your brother, not a cat. Stingy!”

Mirabella had already pulled a slender silver needle from its sheepskin wrap. Its gleaming surface caught the light of the room, adding an air of danger to the scene.

Zach took a few discreet steps to the side, maintaining a respectful distance.