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

After a moment. Dane looked back at Johnny, his expression betraying nothing out of the ordinary. “Well, barring any unforeseen circumstances, it should be possible.”

Johnny was thrilled, nearly leaping forward to shake Dane’s hands in gratitude. “I can’t thank you enough. Without your help, who knows when my master’s illness would improve.”

Owen, lying in bed, frowned and cast a glance at Johnny. Dane, however, just chuckled and shook his head. “You’re giving me too much credit, Johnny. I simply made a few tweaks to the prescription Ms. Mirabella had given us. It’s really nothing.” NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

After taking the decoction on the first day, Owen had shown significant improvement. So, on the second day. Dane decided to have him take some pills, which he had refined based on Ms. Mirabella’s recipe. After all, the medicine he crafted was bound to be more potent than any decoction.

And, as expected, today’s pulse check confirmed just that.

Seeing Dane downplay his contribution, Johnny took it as an act of modesty and said, “Ms. Mirabella is talented, of course, but the medicine you’ve concocted is also quite remarkable.”

Dane stood a little taller and replied, “I’ll have the second batch of the prescription ready for you soon.”

“Thank you. It’s much appreciated,” said Johnny, his politeness increasing by the moment.

“No need for thanks.” With that, Dane didn’t linger any longer and left the guest room.

Once Dane was gone, Johnny turned back to Owen and was about to speak when Owen’s voice preempted him.

“You’re getting quite adept at currying favor,” Owen said coolly, his gaunt face as stern as ever.

Johnny knew full well that the prescription was the girl’s doing, yet he had deliberately attributed all the credit to Dane.

Johnny fell silent for a couple of seconds before he moved to the side, picked up a briefcase from the chair, and pulled out some documents. He then walked back and handed them to Owen. “Ms. Mirabella may come from an ordinary family, but Dane is on the brink of becoming a high–level alchemist. Between the two, I just think it’s more beneficial to cultivate a good relationship with Dane.”

If Dane had no intention of getting closer to Owen, he wouldn’t have made an excuse for Owen to stay with the Reeves family these past few days, nor would he have gone out of his way to refine the medicine into a higher–grade product. Dane was clearly seeking a connection, and Owen needed access to his network. Why should Johnny refuse?

Johnny saw things very clearly. He knew Mirabella deserved the credit, but what of it? The fee for her service had been paid, and if they ever crossed paths again, they would be nothing more than strangers without any connection.

Owen flipped through the documents, which didn’t contain much detail, just a record of Mirabella’s complex family network–foster parents, birth parents, several brothers, and their occupations. It was all there.

He quickly set the documents down and looked up at Johnny. “Tell Nikolai we’re leaving today.”

After a pause, Owen added, “In a while, arrange to send some gifts to the Davis family.”

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Johnny had no objections; it was a life–saving grace, after all. He acknowledged the instruction.

As Johnny was about to put the documents back in the briefcase, his eyes caught the name ‘Colton Gilbert‘ from the Gilbert family, and he paused, feeling a sense of déjà vu. He skimmed the background information and suddenly remembered that the Gilbert Corporation was listed in the recent municipal

tender.