The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1132

The Vice President wasn't buying into the whole mysterious master story that was floating around about David. To him, it seemed like just another one of David's clever marketing tricks. If there really was such a master, surely someone would've met them by now. After all, he'd known David for decades.

Keeping his suspicions to himself, the Vice President simply said, "Since David has recommended this miracle worker, just sit tight and wait."

Conrad nodded, understanding the advice.

As he stood there, hands behind his back, the Vice President couldn't help but add, "Do let me know when you hear back. I'm quite intrigued by this miracle doctor David's been talking about."

"Will do, sir," Conrad replied.

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After her class, Mirabella glanced at her phone and saw a message from David. She opened the picture he'd sent and then quickly texted back, "These numbers look pretty grim."

David was still on his way to the airport. Finding typing too slow, he opted for a voice message, "Is there any chance for a cure?"

Mirabella thought it over before replying, "Possibly, but I'll need to see the patient in person to be sure."

Seeing her response, David felt a twinge of hope. Even though her answer wasn't definite, he figured there was at least a sixty percent chance of success.

He quickly texted back, "The patient is a relative of a pharmacist from the association. Do you think you could help out, Mirabella?"

Mirabella raised an eyebrow and typed back, "My rates aren't exactly low."

Remembering Conrad's mention of the Cunningham family, David reassured her, "No worries. The Shields family is well-off. They can handle it."

Conrad was taken aback. If she'd been an older person, he wouldn't have batted an eye. But a young woman? It was hard to match that with the image of a 'miracle doctor.'

After a moment of silence, Conrad cautiously asked, "Did David fill you in on the patient's condition?"

Mirabella swung her backpack over her shoulder and said, "Just give me the address. I'll head over to see the patient now."

Hearing her response, Conrad, despite his skepticism, knew he had to trust David's judgment. He quickly provided, "It's at City General Hospital."

He paused, then added, "Or, if you prefer, send me your location, and I'll come pick you up."

At least this way, he could size her up a bit before they got to the hospital and avoid any potential awkwardness.