The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

He had to report the situation to Andrew and ask for more backup to arrest this unruly mob. But just as the middle-aged man started speaking, he heard Andrew's assistant on the other end, and his expression changed in an instant.

"A... mistake?" The middle-aged man never expected such a response. He glanced at his men lying on the ground. "How could it be a mistake?"

These guys were clearly a bunch of bandits!

The assistant on the phone didn't say much. "You better take your men and leave. Apologize properly. Offending them won't end well for anyone."

With that, the assistant hung up.

Listening to the dial tone, the middle-aged man looked up at Grady, who stood there in a sleek black suit, exuding an icy and intimidating presence. The assistant's words echoed in his ears: Apologize, don't offend.

The middle-aged man slumped to the ground, wondering where things had gone wrong. How had it suddenly become a situation where they couldn't afford to

offend this person?

Though the conversation wasn't on speaker, the volume was enough for anyone with sharp ears to hear clearly.

"A mistake?" Atlas raised an eyebrow, his tone casual but somehow chilling.

The middle-aged man vividly remembered the feeling of having his life in someone else's hands. He quickly changed his attitude, apologized to Grady, and then made his dozen or so defeated men apologize too.

Before long, he and his men left with their tails between their legs.

Atlas watched the group hurry away until they were out of sight. Then he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "That was a quick change of attitude."

One moment they were all aggressive, ready to make arrests, and the next, they were admitting a mistake. Clearly, something had happened.

Grady narrowed his eyes, not curious about why these people had changed their attitude. He sat down in the main seat, resting his hand on the armrest, then asked, "Does anyone have a niece, a younger sister, or something?"

He was still bothered about the gift he hadn't managed to give away.

Atlas was still pondering when Grady suddenly asked a question unrelated to the matter at hand, making him pause. He looked at Grady, his face full of confusion.

The two stewards beside him had the same reaction.

Grady looked at the three of them, then shook his head. "Never mind, all unreliable."

The men: "???"

Atlas recovered, a twitch at the corner of his mouth, and asked softly, "Your car didn't get given away?"

Grady gave Atlas a deep look.

Atlas felt his scalp tighten and straightened up immediately. He hurriedly said, "Ah, Grady, I should head back. The young lady has off and might go shopping or something. As her driver, I need to be ready at all times."

Without waiting for a response, he quickly left. Grady: "..."

That damn guy.

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**noveldrama

Two days flew by.

After the military training for freshmen, regular classes began.

The Information Science major was relatively unpopular within the Biology department, so the lecturer hardly paid attention to the class.. After Covering the basics, they wouldn't waste words on anything else.

Utterly aloof.

Mirabella had lunch in the cafeteria and then headed to the library. Her understanding of Information Science wasn't comprehensive, and

she knew she needed to learn more.

To be continued tomorrow.