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

Wyatt froze for a moment, narrowly avoiding getting his hand pinched by the lid of the box, but he shrugged it off like it was nothing.

Feeling a bit mischievous from the shock he had received, Nikolai couldn’t resist adding fuel to the fire with a snort, “Do you have any idea how much Mirabella’s pill is worth?”

Wyatt shook his head, suspecting it was way out of his league..

“At the Pharmacists‘ Guild, this baby would be rated at least 5+,” Nikolai said, stroking his beard. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

S+ grade medicines were rare commodities. Not only were they difficult to concoct, but their extraordinary effects on the body made them incredibly valuable. For instance, if someone was on death’s door with some incurable illness, swallowing S+ grade medicine tailored for their condition wouldn’t necessarily cure them completely, but might just buy them a few extra decades. Pretty impressive, right?

That was nothing compared to the other effects S+ medicine could have beyond healing.

Wyatt’s face could no longer be described as surprised; he was outright shellshocked. He had seen S+ grade medicine auctioned off on the black market, with opening bids starting at a cool five million–and that was just for a single pill!

Glancing down at the box he was holding. Wyatt felt his knees go weak. Nikolai wasn’t the type to bluff, so that meant… He suddenly found himself swaying on his feet and turned to Curtis, his voice shaky, “Bud, buddy, lend me a hand, will ya? I skipped dinner, and I felt a bit faint all of a sudden.”

Curtis was equally shaken, his hands trembling. It was clear he was just as startled as Wyatt. Nikolai watched with satisfaction as both Wyatt and Curtis gaped in horror. The setback he’d suffered at

Mirabella’s place seemed to evaporate in an instant.

There was nothing quite like the thrill of seeing others out of their depth.

Standing off to the side, Mirabella glanced at Nikolai, thinking how some folks just got more mischievous with age.

After dropping Mirabella off at the Davis estate, Wyatt drove back to the luxurious villa where James resided. He and Curtis walked in to see James, their expressions as grim as a cloudy day, their strides almost ghostly.

James, looking much better than he had earlier in the day, raised an eyebrow at them. “You two…”

Wyatt nudged Curtis, “C’mon, give him the medicine.”

Worried his own hands might betray him, Wyatt had delegated this moment of glory to Curtis.

11:01

Finally snapping back to reality, Curtis unwrapped the medicine, which was bundled in layers of his jacket, and carefully placed it on the coffee table.

James gave them a look, then casually reached for the bottle. Instantly, both Wyatt and Curtis piped up.

“Easy there. James.”

“That potion’s worth a fortune!”

James was confused. Was he being upstaged by a bottle of pills? Had they lost their minds?

Wyatt touched his nose, muttering. “Nikolai mentioned that Ms. Mirabella’s potion is S+ grade.”

James‘ hand was about to open the lid and paused. That young lady could concoct S+ grade medicine?

Though surprised, he kept his composure, his face the picture of serenity, and opened the bottle.

Upon seeing at least a dozen or so S+ grade pills inside, James was momentarily speechless. A minute later, he nonchalantly closed the bottle and placed it back on the table. “Did Ms. Mirabella provide any instructions on how to take these?”

He sounded utterly calm.

“Oh, she just said there weren’t many and to use them sparingly,” Wyatt replied respectfully.

Just a few?

James was shocked.

Heh.