The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1879

Nellie took in Mirabella’s composed demeanor, and her own worries seemed to settle. She thought for a moment before saying, “Dealing with this isn’t too tough. Just need to mask your scent.”

Animals rely on smell to track people, so if there's no scent, they're lost.

Mirabella had thought of this solution too, but she didn’t believe Santos’s plan was that straightforward.

If masking her scent was enough, Hartlee wouldn’t have made a point to meet and warn her.

Surely, Santos would have expected her to figure this out.

The scent of herbs was getting stronger in the air, and Mirabella, lost in thought, said, “I’ll whip up some personal aromatherapy sachets to carry around.”

Nellie had been about to suggest the same, so she nodded. “It’s worth a shot.”

“Alright.” Mirabella agreed softly, turning to leave the kitchen.

“Hold up.” Nellie called after her, glancing towards the living room. “When are you going to hand over that piece of ivory?”

Mirabella’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She paused slightly, choosing not to answer Nellie’s question, and instead fished out her phone.

It was a message from Dylan.

“I just remembered why that guy at the airport seemed familiar, the middle-aged one talking to you.”

Mirabella raised an eyebrow, typing back: “Really?”

Dylan: “Isn’t he the King of the First Base?”

Dylan added with a hint of envy.

King?

Mirabella furrowed her brow, her thumb gently tracing the edge of her phone. She knew the leader of the First Base was called King but had never met him personally.

Instead of answering Dylan’s question, she shot back: “How are you sure he’s the King of the First Base?”

On Dylan’s end, he replied with skepticism: “Wait, you mean you don’t know?”

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