The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 645

Nick, holding the medicine bottle, said, "Alright."

Mirabella yawned and, with a lazy stretch, burrowed deeper into the couch. Brewing potions was a real energy drain, and making top-notch elixirs took even more focus.

Seeing how tired she was, Nick didn't say much. He got up, poured a glass of warm water, placed it on the coffee table, and then quietly settled back into his chair. Picking up his book, he continued reading.

For a while, the living room was enveloped in silence until a ringtone broke the calm.

It was Mirabella's phone. She casually pulled it out of her pocket and saw an unfamiliar number. Her finger hovered for a moment before she answered. A middle-aged man's voice came through the line.

Mirabella only listened for a couple of sentences before a frown creased her brow, and she promptly hung up. The Gilberts had been pestering her non-stop lately, and now it was Bernardo's turn.

Less than a minute later, her phone rang again with the same number. Annoyance flashed across her face as she hit the decline button.

Nick glanced up at her.

Feeling his gaze, Mirabella waved her phone dismissively. "Telemarketers," she said.

"Maybe install a call-blocking app," Nick suggested softly.

"Good idea," Mirabella nodded, quickly blacklisting the number.

Meanwhile, at the Gilbert household, Bernardo, frustrated after countless failed attempts to reach his foster daughter, tossed his phone onto the coffee table with a loud clatter.

Mandy, sitting beside him, jumped at the noise and frowned. "What's got you so riled up?"

Bernardo ignored her and said, "Try calling her."

That very night, an anonymous tip landed on the city prosecutor's desk, and another letter exposing ethical misconduct arrived at a local news agency.

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The next day was the weekend. Mirabella and Leo, as usual, spent the day recording their segment for "Country Comfort."

The director's challenges were insanely tough, nearly knocking everyone out. Once they wrapped up, the group joked about dragging the director out for a well-deserved beating.

All the while, Michelle kept a close eye on Mirabella the whole day.

Draft after draft was written and rewritten. The final post would go live around midnight.