The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 644

Summer and Michelle didn't chat for too long.

As they stepped out of the diner, Summer seemed to remember something and turned to Michelle with a serious look. "Hey, let me give you a heads-up – stay away from Mirabella. She's... well, she's out of our league."

This was the second time Michelle had heard Summer hint at Mirabella's 'untouchable' status. Though Summer had been dropping hints about Mirabella's background, she never explained why.

Curiosity piqued, Michelle, who hated half-told stories, narrowed her eyes. "Why is she untouchable? Does she have some big-shot backing her?"

The Sharp family were well-established landowners in Ashford, with a legacy that even outstripped the Gilberts, and they had the powerful Pledger family of Riverdale in their corner. So, Michelle wasn't particularly worried about the vague 'connections' Summer mentioned.

Taking her time, Summer slowly put on her face mask and cap, leaving only her enigmatic eyes visible. She stared at Michelle for a moment before finally saying, "Very strong."

Michelle's brow furrowed slightly.

Summer's lips twitched under her mask, and she added, "She's got deep ties with Owen from city hall."

With that, Summer didn't wait for a response. She walked to the curb, slid into her car, and signaled the driver to go.

Michelle stood there, Summer's words echoing in her head. Owen from city hall?

As someone who kept up with current events, Michelle was well aware of Owen.

While the Sharps had a strong local presence and some acquaintances in government offices, their connections were at most with district chiefs – not with the city's top official. That was a level they couldn't reach.

Juztin's sister, close with Owen?

"Yep," Mirabella murmured, taking a few seconds to gather her energy before sitting up straight.

She handed one of the bottles to Nick. "This is a new sleep remedy I came up with. Give it a try tonight, just one pill."

Surprise flickered across Nick's face as he took the bottle, unscrewing the cap to take in the aromatic scent of the herbs – though he had no idea what they were, not being familiar with alternative medicine.

Holding the bottle, Nick felt a warmth in his chest, and a rare, faint smile appeared on his usually stoic face. "Thanks, Mirabella."

Raising an eyebrow, Mirabella then handed him the second bottle. "This one's for Chester. It's for chronic ailments. I don't have his address, so could you send it to him when you get a chance?"

After all, she thought, one good turn deserves another.