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

Owen nodded, his mind focused on the task at hand. He didn't waste any time and got straight to the point, looking at Mirabella, "Actually, the main reason I wanted to see you today is to ask for your help."

Mirabella raised an eyebrow, almost as if she had a hunch, "To treat someone?"

"Yes," Owen replied, his face clouded with concern, "It's my teacher."

Just then, someone from the kitchen knocked to serve their dishes. Owen glanced at the door and paused until the server had left. Once they were alone again, he filled Mirabella in on his teacher's condition.

At the end, Owen managed a wry smile, "I should've brought my teacher's medical records for you to look at."

Mirabella swallowed a bite of her food and looked up at Owen, her voice calm and steady, "No need, I'll find some time to check him out."

Owen knew how skilled Mirabella was, and seeing her agree so readily, his worries started to melt away. He then asked, "It's getting late. When do you think you could make some time?"noveldrama

Mirabella thought for a moment, knowing time is money, and then nodded, "How about tomorrow at four in the afternoon?"

Owen, eager to get his teacher help as soon as possible, quickly agreed, "Great, I'll have Shuwen pick you up from the school at four tomorrow."

Mirabella gave him an OK sign and went back to her meal.

After dinner, Mirabella turned down Owen's offer to have her driven home. Since it was still early, she grabbed a taxi and headed to the night market in the old town

area.

It was the same night market she had visited last year during a competition.

The market was bustling with people. As Mirabella entered, she put on a face mask, not wanting to draw attention with her striking looks.

She walked a long way and paused in front of a noodle shop, peeking inside. The owner was the same, and the place was just as empty as she remembered.

Mirabella turned her attention next door to an antique shop. The shop was small and dimly lit, with oddities displayed in the glass case by the entrance, giving it a curious, eerie vibe.

When Mirabella pushed open the door, the owner was napping, looking far from ready for business.

Mirabella, used to this scene, didn't say a word. She began to leisurely browse through the shop's items.

After a while, the owner seemed to sense her presence, finally opening his sleepy eyes to see the masked girl. A flicker of recognition passed through his gaze.

"What are you looking for?" the owner, a man in his forties, asked, clearing his throat.

Mirabella put back a ceramic piece she had picked up, then turned to him. Her black mask covered most of her face, adding a touch of mystery in the dim light.

The owner, momentarily dazed, murmured, "You..."

Mirabella's eyebrows lifted slightly. She pulled over an old wicker chair, sat down lazily, and took off the necklace around her neck, "Ever seen jade like this before?"

The owner snapped back to reality. Taking the necklace from Mirabella, he studied it for a few seconds, thinking she wanted to sell it, "It's just a piece of ordinary white jade, probably worth a few thousand dollars."

He paused, flipping the pendant over in his hand, "This piece of jade seems to have another half, doesn't it?"