Curtis glanced at Mirabella. His lips parted as if to pose another question, but before he could, James’ voice drifted over.
“We still have you, right?” James tilted his head. His gaze rested on Mirabella’s face. There wasn’t a trace of regret on his sharp features, just a hint of playful mischief.
At James’ words, Curtis and Wyatt felt a weight lift off their chests. Right, Ms. Mirabella was a top-class medicine refiner. Perhaps she could one day concoct a potion to cure James for good?
The Massolio clan was shrouded in mystery, and its very existence was a matter of hearsay. Whether they were real or not, no one knew for sure.
With a stony expression, Mirabella shot a glance at James, "Why do I get the feeling you're trying to swindle me?" She had prepared countless medicines for him gratis, and now he was trying to stick to her?
It seemed like everyone she had lately run into considered her a pushover. Was she really such an accessible target for exploitation?
James’ eyebrows arched as he let out a soft chuckle, teasingly remarking, “Or perhaps I should let you swindle me?”
“Oh yeah, our James is free to swindle,” Wyatt chimed in eagerly from the side.
Curtis’ lips twitched in exasperation. This guy was beyond help.
“Thanks, I’m one of the good guys,” Mirabella quipped dryly, a forced smile on her lips.
Looking down, she pulled out her phone and noticed a message on Messenger from a few minutes ago, sent by Shawn. She tapped to open it.
[Darling, don’t let them sweet-talk you. We’re not selling the house, no matter the price!]
Confused by Shawn’s message, Mirabella replied with a question mark. It didn’t take long before she received a response.
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