Web Fic
Chapter 532
Johnny was momentarily stunned when he heard it. Did that mean there would still be a charge??
Quick on the uptake, he snapped back to reality and blurted out instinctively, “How much for the consultation?”
Mirabella’s eyebrows arched slightly, seemingly pleased with his quick response. “Depends on the situation,” she said simply.
At her words, Johnny’s mind raced back to the other day when he had talked to the Davis family about asking Mirabella for another consultation and how readily she had agreed. So, it was all about the money, after all.
Johnny felt a twinge of complexity in his heart and suddenly asked, “Ms. Mirabella, you don’t catch up with the news much, do you?”
Mirabella was busy scrolling on her phone, replying to messages, when she heard Johnny’s seemingly out–of–the–blue question. She looked up. “Never watch it.” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
That figures.
A knowing look passed through Johnny’s eyes–as someone who kept up with the news would certainly recognize his boss and wouldn’t bring up the matter of a consultation fee.
But on second thought, he realized it was probably for the best. If she didn’t recognize the boss, it saved them a lot of hassle and worry that she might leverage the medical visit to make more exorbitant demands.
Oblivious to Johnny’s thoughts, Mirabella continued her texting, her fingers tapping lightly on the screen. [Currently not brewing any potions.]
No Stealing My Meds: [Ah, when will you be making more Vitality Pills?]
No Stealing My Meds‘ was among the few from Mirabella’s online circle with her Messenger contact. He was added precisely because of Leo’s poisoning.
Mirabella typed back, [Lack the proper equipment, so I can’t brew.]
In the past, she might have used Nikolai’s lab, but now… well, it was a tad awkward. It seemed like she had to get her own set of alchemy apparatus.
No Stealing My Meds: [What equipment do you need? I could get it for you.]
Mirabella’s lips twitched into a half–smile, replying, [No need. I generally have no time.]
No Stealing My Meds: [Sigh, what are you busy with]
Too busy to even make money!
Mirabella glanced out the car window and, after a pause, replied, [Busy with next year’s exams.]
No Stealing My Meds: [That attempt at humor was not funny in the slightest.]
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Mirabella didn’t respond further and pocketed her phone.
After another half–hour drive, they finally entered a highly secured residential area. As they passed through the gates, Mirabella purposely glanced at the security guards, who all seemed as if they were
well–trained. Inside, the area was under constant surveillance, nearly 360–degree coverage without blind spots.
Johnny didn’t explain any of this to Mirabella, and the bodyguard driver had taken a few detours before entering the community as if to shake off any possible tails.
Eventually, they pulled into the driveway of a villa within the community, where the bodyguard parked the car, turned off the ignition, and swiftly got out to open the door for Mirabella.
Stepping out, Mirabella surveyed the yard, noting not just the cameras but also infrared scanners–clear signs of high security. There was hardly any need to investigate, as Owen’s status was practically announced.
“Ms. Mirabella, please follow me,” Johnny said, closing the car door with a focused gaze and leading the way into the villa.
Mirabella withdrew her assessing gaze and with hands in her coat pockets, followed behind Johnny at an even pace, her demeanor calm, her beautiful face devoid of any trace of intimidation.