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

**Across Town**

Atlas sat in his car, eyes glued to the surveillance footage from around Prestige College that his tech guy had just pulled up. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and when he saw it was Nick, he hesitated for a beat before answering.

"Mr. Nick," he greeted.

Nick had come back early from the research institute and had been waiting for Mirabella. When he couldn't reach her, he decided to call Atlas.

Atlas's eyes stayed on the screen, which clearly showed Mirabella being taken by two men. His gaze hardened. "Miss Mirabella told me not to pick her up today. She might have had other plans."

Atlas's voice was calm, masking any concern. Nick, thinking it over, didn't doubt him. "Alright, I got it."

The call was short, and they hung up quickly.

Atlas relaxed his grip on the phone and turned to his colleague. "Did you find them?"

"Yeah. The car's registered to some local thug named Wei, no real job," his subordinate said, pulling up the file.

Atlas exhaled, relieved it wasn't the Davis family's enemies. "Where are they now?"

"Based on the car's movement, they've gone to a hospital just outside the third ring road," his colleague replied, still working on the computer.

"A hospital?" Atlas narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah, no idea why they'd take her there... I'll get someone to intercept them now," the subordinate said, dialing a number.

Atlas gave a curt nod, his gaze fixed on the screen, eyes cold and serious.

**Meanwhile**

Nick hung up and took a moment, then scrolled through his contacts. He paused for a second before making the call.

The call was answered quickly.

"Which building?" Nick asked, lips barely moving.

James, on the other end, was surprised but quickly replied, "101.”

Nick knew exactly where James lived; the call was just a heads-up. Without another word, he hung up.

Grabbing his jacket, he headed out the door.

James, hearing the call end, smirked and lowered his phone, pondering the

reason behind Nick's call. Was he coming over?

Emily, sitting across from him, glanced up and asked, "Who was that?"

James twirled his phone, "Just a bump in the road."

Emily looked puzzled, "What bump?"

James leaned back lazily, "Nothing important."

"You're always so cryptic," Emily shook her head and returned to her article. After

a while, she looked impressed. "This Ms. Blake from the Blake family is quite the scholar."noveldrama

James, intrigued by Emily's rare praise, looked up at her.