The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1281

Wyatt's eyes landed on the item Mirabella was pointing at, and he quickly explained, "Yeah, this last item is said to have the power to bring someone back from the brink of death... you know, save someone who's nearly gone."

Hearing Wyatt's earnest tone, Mirabella couldn't help but smirk, "We're in the modern age, and you still buy into fairy tales like that?"

"It's not about belief; it's the backstory of this medicine that's intriguing," Wyatt replied, a hint of mystery in his voice.

"What backstory?" Mirabella set down the auction catalog and picked up her coffee cup, her curiosity slightly piqued.

Wyatt glanced through the curtains at the auction stage below before continuing, "Ms. Mirabella, since you're a doctor, have you ever heard of the Stevenson family?"

Mirabella had just taken a sip of her coffee and nearly choked at Wyatt's words, spluttering, "Cough, cough..."

Seeing her struggle, Wyatt reached out to pat her back, but just then, the door to the private room swung open. Instinctively, Wyatt looked up and saw his brother James walk in. He quickly retracted his hand and tucked it behind his back.

His survival instincts were razor-sharp.

James gave him a quick look before settling into the chair next to Mirabella. "What's got you both so worked up?"

"We were just talking about the star item of the auction," Mirabella said, regaining her composure.

James raised an eyebrow, "You're interested in that medicine?"

"...A bit," Mirabella admitted, coughing again. She turned back to Wyatt, "What were you saying about the Stevenson family?"

Wyatt cautiously glanced at James, noting his unchanged expression, and continued, "They're a mysterious family of miracle healers, rumored to have extraordinary medical skills—curing the incurable and even rumored to know the secret to eternal life."

Because of such unfounded rumors, the Stevenson family had to retreat into obscurity, and even after centuries, they couldn't shake off these stories.

Human greed, once awakened, knows no boundaries.

James looked at Mirabella, sensing something different in her, a touch of unexplained melancholy.

Mirabella's mood shifted quickly, and she soon asked, "So, this final star medicine is from this so-called Stevenson family?"

"Yep," James nodded.

At that moment, the auction downstairs began, and the auctioneer's voice echoed clearly into every private room.