Book TRK
Chapter 344
Nikolai chuckled mischievously. (Hey, hey, teach me how to make that incense, and I’ll keep my lips sealed.]
Mirabella let out a soft snort. Her fingers danced across the keyboard to type [Old man, time to wash up and hit the sack), but before she could hit send, another message from Nikolai popped
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Nikolai: [Plus, I’ll give you a whopping 70% discount on any herbs you buy from me.]
Her fingers paused, swiftly erasing the typed message, and she replied with a chirpy tone, (Deal, I’ll teach you the works.]
Nikolai, who was gearing up for a hard bargain, was dumbfounded now. She just agreed like that? This wasn’t going according to plan.
Pocketing her phone, Mirabella glanced out of the car window. Catherine’s medicine was running low. It was time to brew a fresh batch and ship it off.
She thought, “Yeah, I’ll make a list when I get home.”
Soon enough, the car pulled into her neighborhood. No sooner had Mirabella stepped into her home than the ringtone of her phone broke the silence. It was Wyatt calling. Balancing her phone between her ear and shoulder while slipping off her shoes, she answered.
“Ms. Mirabella, are you at home now?” Wyatt asked politely. At that moment, he was standing at the entrance of the Davis family’s old neighborhood, with Curtis seated in the passenger seat.
“Oh, I’m at home. What’s up?” Mirabella walked into the living room and poured herself a glass of water.
Wyatt held a square box in his hand. “I’ve got something I need you to take a look at. Can you come downstairs?”
“Right now?” Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Yeah, I’m right outside your building,” Wyatt said, gazing out of the car window.
“We’ve moved, not staying there anymore,” Mirabella said, setting her glass on the table.
Her father Shawn, overhearing the conversation and thinking it might be someone he knew, asked, “Honey, who’s on the phone?”
“Just a friend you haven’t met,” Mirabella called back over her shoulder.
Wyatt caught the tail end of the conversation through the phone and recognized the voice, but he couldn’t place it. He hesitated before asking, “Ah, well, where are you living now? Could you send me the address?”
After a brief silence, Mirabella replied, “I’ll send you my location.”
“Alright, I’ll head over in a bit,” Wyatt said.
Post–call, Mirabella opened her Messenger and sent him her current location. Seconds later, a puzzled question mark popped up in response. Mirabella pursed her lips and chose not to reply.
Staring at the location on his phone, Wyatt was perplexed. Wasn’t this the same neighborhood where James now resided?
“What’s got you daydreaming?” Curtis, noticing Wyatt’s baffled expression post–checking the messenger location, couldn’t help but ask.
Wyatt lifted his head and held out his phone for Curtis to see. “Take a look at this.” Curtis glanced at the screen, and within moments, his expression matched Wyatt’s odd look.
“Ms. Mirabella moved into the same neighborhood as the boss,” Wyatt mumbled, starting the car engine.
A couple of minutes later, he sighed, “I was thinking of buying the villa next door. Good thing I didn’t go through with it.”
Curtis gave him a sidelong glance, thinking to himself, “You couldn’t afford it anyway.”
Half an hour later, they came back to the neighborhood. Wyatt shot Mirabella another message, inquiring about her exact location. Soon enough, he got a reply. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
Upon reading the precise address, Wyatt’s mind was boggled once again. Could this be any more serendipitous? The villa he had wanted to buy was actually Mirabella’s new home? So the owner he had been dealing with was none other than Mirabella’s father, Shawn?
Then, with a mix of emotions, Wyatt turned to Curtis with a complicated look.