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

A bunch of folks wrapped up their meeting and quickly shuffled out of Dr. Ray's

office.

Manuel was still caught up in his own world, sighing as he walked about the disaster that wiped out his solution and erased all his computer data. He and a few other doctors had poured decades into this formula, and they were just about to kick off real human trials when everything went sideways.

While he remembered most of the basic data and had some backups at home, the intricate details of the formula were all stashed on his microcomputer. Trying to recreate the exact formula in no time seemed like a long shot. What a mess.

Ben had been sticking close to Manuel, and noticing his frustration, chimed in, "Hey, Manuel, I've got some notes on the solution over at my place. They're from when you and the team were working on the formula. Pretty detailed stuff, might help you out."

Manuel halted, "You've got notes? I need to see them, like, now."

Ben nodded, "They're in my office. I'll swing by with them soon."

Manuel lit up, "You're a lifesaver. Actually, just bring them to the lab. I'm heading down there now to get back to work on the formula."

Ben's eyes flickered, and he nodded in agreement.

Feeling a tad better, Manuel hopped into the elevator down to the basement lab.

Meanwhile, Ben headed back to his office, opened up his safe, and pulled out a set of handwritten notes from a document-filled folder. With a slight smile at the formula scribbled on the pages, he locked up the safe and made his way to the basement.

Since Ben didn't have free access to Manuel's lab, he buzzed the doorbell. After a moment, the door opened, and Ben handed the notes to Manuel, saying, "Here, take a look."

Manuel nodded and started flipping through the pages.

The notes stretched over several sheets, and it took him about ten minutes to skim through them. "These are well-organized, but... something feels off about some of the proportions," Manuel said, voicing his unease.

Ben's eyelashes lowered a bit, but his face didn't give anything away, "There shouldn't be any errors. The formula's steps and ratios are pretty tricky, so it's normal for memories to blur."

Manuel mulled it over. Something still felt a bit off, but he didn't have the luxury to be picky. "Let's give this version a shot first. We can tweak it if needed."

With that, he took the notes and went off to huddle with the other researchers.

Ben watched them gather, the hint of a smile playing on his lips.

That night, Wyatt delivered all the ingredients Mirabella requested, and it took less than two hours to get everything ready.

With ingredients in hand, she headed straight back to her villa and into her potion room.

An hour later, she emerged looking more than a little worn out.

Glancing at the clock, she saw it was already past midnight.

Mirabella gave Atlas a quick call and then drove to the hospital. When she arrived, Atlas was already waiting at the entrance.

As soon as she got out of the car, he stepped up and greeted her respectfully, "Miss Mira."noveldrama

Mirabella gave a slight nod and followed Atlas to the ward.