The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1866

Nick strolled out of the conference room, feeling like he was on cloud nine. Who would've guessed that the inheritance would land right in his lap? With three tokens snug in his pocket, excitement bubbled up in him, prompting him to whip out his phone and dial Mirabella.

The call barely rang once before it was abruptly cut off, almost too quickly. Nick hesitated, thinking his sister might've accidentally tapped the hang-up button, so he gave it another shot. Same result—instant disconnect. By the third try, he got a chilly automated voice: "Out of service."

Nick: "..."

**Meanwhile, across town...**

"Ms. Mirabella, is everything okay?" Lockie asked politely, noticing her with her phone in hand. His complexion had lost its previous pallor, now glowing with a healthy flush.

Mirabella slipped her phone back into her pocket and smiled. "Oh, it's nothing urgent."

She picked up a pen and paper beside her and continued jotting down notes. Once she’d listed about twenty herbal remedies, she looked up and handed the list to the guard beside her. "Stick to this prescription for another couple of months, and you'll be good as new."

Hearing the word 'recovered,' Lockie's blue eyes flickered with restrained joy. After a moment, he composed himself. "Will I really..."

Mirabella raised an eyebrow, "Take care of yourself, and you'll be fine for decades, not just ten years."

Lockie leaned back in his chair, his fingers instinctively tightening, unsure of how to express his gratitude to Mirabella. Instead, he opened a drawer and pulled out a check he had prepared earlier.

When he offered it to Mirabella, she gracefully declined, standing up with a slight nod. "Your Highness, no need for that. You've helped me out a lot today." The royal token’s value far surpassed the check, so she saw no reason to accept any payment.

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