The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1282

Mirabella listened to the murmurs from outside, her slender fingers casually intertwined. After a beat, she asked with a touch of skepticism, "So, if everyone thinks the Stevenson family is just a myth, how can you be sure this medicine is from them?"

"It was delivered by someone from the Stevenson family," Wyatt clarified, trying to clear her doubts.

Mirabella furrowed her brows slightly, "Really?"

Wyatt, missing Mirabella's unease, nodded and added, "We also had David at the Pharmacist's Guild check it out. He confirmed it's an ancient herbal concoction. The unique preparation method can't be copied by ordinary pharmacists."

As for its exact effects, there wasn't enough medicine to run any trials.

If the head of the Pharmacist's Guild, who specializes in ancient remedies, vouched for it, there was no room for doubt.

Mirabella's expression stayed unreadable as she nodded, choosing not to say more.

For a while, the auctioneer's voice from outside was the only sound breaking the silence in the private box.

After a bit, Wyatt, hearing Curtis's voice through his earpiece, looked at his brother James and quickly stepped out.

Now, just James and Mirabella were left in the box.

"See anything you like?" James's clear voice pulled Mirabella back from her thoughts.

She looked at James, shook her head, and quipped, "Broke."

James raised an eyebrow, "Well, I've got some savings."

"Are you showing off?" Mirabella replied, her face expressionless.

James: "..."

Mirabella chuckled lightly, grabbed a pastry from nearby, and turned her attention back to the auction below.

Everything seemed normal on the screens, with their men guarding every exit, except for the treasure room on the third floor, which was conspicuously unguarded.

The auction had been going for over an hour.

"Still nothing, Curtis. You think the guy who nabbed the 'Flying Horse' has hung up his boots?" Wyatt was getting antsy.

Curtis, his eyes never leaving the screen, his demeanor as cool as ice, replied, "No way. Stay patient and keep watching."

Wyatt ran a hand through his hair, "I am patient, but all I see is the same old stuff."

"Don't rush it," Curtis remained calm.

Wyatt glanced at him, then dragged a chair over and sat down, resting his arm on the back, "Maybe I should just camp out in the treasure room."

Curtis didn't respond but suddenly straightened up, "Here we go."