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

Grady's heart, which had been teetering on the edge, found its anchor the moment it locked onto Mirabella's eyes. He recalled how Mr. Nick had struggled with severe insomnia following a kidnapping, only to be cured by Miss Mira's touch. And the last time Nick found himself in a tight spot, she was the one who pulled him back from the brink.

Just then, Mirabella's voice cut through his thoughts. "Even if my skills fall short, there's definitely someone who can help," she said with a knowing smile.

"Someone else?" Grady asked, momentarily caught off guard. "Who?"

Mirabella's smile turned mysterious. "Only a heart can heal another heart's wounds."

A remedy from the heart... Grady was taken aback. Keir's heartache was Nellie, but Nellie had been gone for some time. Grady glanced at Mirabella, a suspicion lingering in his mind-how could she possibly know about Nellie?

**Meanwhile,**

Jim watched as the butler ushered in two guests, his expression stern, exuding the authority of a true patriarch. Beside him stood a trusted confidant, ever watchful for his safety. Asa gave Jim a slight nod. "Mr. Davis."noveldrama

The middle-aged man beside Asa offered a polite nod as well. Jim, seated at the head of the table, waved a hand dismissively. "Let's skip the small talk. Get to the point."

It was Asa's first face-to-face with the head of the Davis family. Unfazed by Jim's chilly demeanor, Asa offered a polite smile. "I've heard you're looking for someone, Mr. Davis. Maybe I can help."

Jim's eyes narrowed slightly, but his face remained impassive. "Oh? You've been doing your homework see." Asa handed over the gift he brought to the butler, his chiseled features set off by striking ocean-blue eyes. "When you're keen to make friends, you teneto dig a little deeper."

"Not interested," Jim replied curtly, not even feigning politeness. "And it seems you haven't done your research properly. I don't take kindly to being manipulated."

He was referring to the attempt to trade information for an audience.

Before Asa could respond, the middle-aged man next to him spoke up, "Calling it manipulation is a bit harsh. Mr. Davis, meeting us shows the information we have is valuable to you."

Asa frowned, shooting a sharp glance at the middle-aged man. Is he trying to mess this up?

The man seemed to catch Asa's drift but stood his ground, his stance firm as if he had some unseen backup Jim's demeanor shifted instantly upon hearing the man's words, a chilling aura filling the room. He chuckled darkly, "Are you trying to provoke me?" Content bétongs to

Jim's confidant swiftly moved, delivering a hard kick to the man's knee, forcing

him to kneel on the carpeted floor with a pained cry.

The confidant looked down at the man, his voice cold and mechanical. "Mind your words in this house."

To act so brazenly in the Davis home-did he think he was some honored guest? Foolish.

The confidant smirked slightly, then returned to Jim's side.