The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

The Prestige College entrance was unusually quiet, with hardly a soul in sight. Adler approached, his eyes scanning the vicinity for his expected contact, but to no avail. Frustrated, he raked his fingers through his hair.

He pulled out his cell phone, ready to make a call, when suddenly someone tapped his shoulder. Spinning around. Adler found himself staring at a strikingly beautiful young girl. He was momentarily taken aback.

“You…” Adler couldn’t quite reconcile the person before him with the powerful figure he was expecting to meet.

“Adler.” Mirabella’s voice was calm as she accurately pronounced the name of the man before her, who looked to be in his thirties.

Adler’s eyes widened, almost dropping his phone, his voice quivering. “You–you–you… are The Pill? TM

The world was too fantastical; Adler was convinced he was missing something.

Mirabella raised an eyebrow at his stunned expression. “Is it that surprising?”

Adler nodded instinctively. It wasn’t just a surprise; it was a shock!

Mirabella glanced at her watch and suggested, “Shall we grab a bite to eat first?”

Adler snapped out of his daze. “Oh, sure, my car is over there…” He trailed off as Mirabella strode towards where he had parked. So, had the big shot seen him from the get–go?

Adler combed his hair back with his fingers, hurried to catch up, and gallantly opened the car

door for her.

Twenty minutes later, in a private dining room of an exclusive bistro. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

After ordering, they waited for the waiter to leave. Mirabella turned to Adler. “You got the medicine, right?”

Finally regaining his composure, Adler coughed and nodded, “Yeah, it’s in my car, along with the few items you asked for.”

Mirabella leaned back casually and, without beating around the bush, got to the point, “Could I use your lab?”

Adler was struck by her composed demeanor – it wasn’t something anyone could fake.

“You’re going to do some compounding?” Adler wasn’t well–acquainted with Mirabella, but he could guess as much from the ingredients she requested.

“Yes.” Mirabella didn’t bother to hide it.

The main reason she had arranged to meet Adler was to use his lab.

“Sure, no problem.” Adler agreed readily.

“Thanks.” Mirabella expressed her gratitude politely.

Adler smiled, “Don’t mention it. Besides, you’ve helped me out a lot in the past.”

As memories of the past surfaced, Adler’s smile froze slightly. Was the big shot only fifteen or sixteen years old when they first interacted? Some questions were better left unasked. Tool much thinking could be disheartening.

Mirabella took a sip of her tea nonchalantly and inquired, “How’s your research on the RO virus coming along?”

Clearly, she was the knowledgeable big shot he remembered–no doubt about it.

Adler gave a wry smile and shook his head. “A year in, and almost no progress.” He paused,

then tentatively added, “Maybe once you’re done, could you take a look at my research data?”

Mirabella shook her head, a hint of regret in her expression. “I haven’t worked with the sophisticated equipment you use. I’m afraid I might not be much help.”

Adler was astonished. “No, really?”

She hadn’t worked with lab equipment? Then, where had all those previous research plans come from???