Chapter 348 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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“Mm-hmm.”

After hanging up the phone, Mirabella was checking data in the lab when she suddenly found a problem. The fourteen drugs Grandpa Beck had combined, after synthesis, surprisingly released a new toxin.

The concentration of this toxin was low, but it was spread out, making it difficult to extract completely.

Mirabella tried several methods, none of which worked. Romeo, who was outside the lab, noticed this and knocked on the door.

“Romeo?” Mirabella saw the man walk in with a late-night snack, and her tone was somewhat heavy:

“There’s a problem.”

“What’s the problem?”

Mirabella told him the results of her findings: “I’ve never seen this kind of toxin before. If it wasn’t for the advanced equipment you sent, it wouldn’t be detectable by the previous methods.”

Now, if this toxin wasn’t extracted and it entered the human body, who knew what reaction would occur.

“Let me give it a shot.”

“You can?” Mirabella was a bit surprised, even a little incredulous. From the time they met until now, she didn’t know this man had knowledge about making drugs.

“I only have some theoretical knowledge.”

Previously, Romeo had envied Caden and Mirabella because they could perform surgeries together and discuss the patients’ conditions.

Although he couldn’t perform surgery or make drugs, he did have some understanding of different types of equations.

As he typed away, Mirabella looked at him, her eyes filled with surprise and admiration.

After a while, Romeo asked her to take a look at the screen. Seeing the final equation, Mirabella suddenly thought of a new solution.

“I’ve got it,” she said, seemingly inspired and started to work on the separation experiment again.

In the meantime, Grandpa Beck made two video calls to discuss the progress with her.

At around three in the morning, Grandpa Beck said, “Alright. Consider my old bones, that’s enough for today. Don’t forget Romeo. Without his help, we wouldn’t have found a way. Go get some sleep.”

“Just a bit longer.”

“No more waiting! Romeo, take her away. She used to stay in the lab for days, treating it like home. I’m telling you, I’m going to cut the power!”

Romeo laughed. “Okay, grandpa.”

“Don’t spoil her too much, just because she’s young doesn’t mean she can abuse her health. I’m hanging up.”

After hanging up, Mirabella continued with her experiment. Romeo didn’t rush her but quietly stayed by her side.

After a while, Mirabella wondered why he hadn’t rushed her.

“If you’re inspired, work a little longer.”

Hearing Romeo indulge her like this made Mirabella feel a bit guilty. Looking at the time, it was almost dawn.

“Let’s continue this tomorrow.” Mirabella took his hand. “Let’s go. Time to sleep.”

Romeo even forgot to take his tablet, letting her lead him away as he tightly held her slender fingers.

The next morning.

Jack had sent the time and location for the meeting.

[Painting, 8 p.m., old warehouse.]

[Music score, 9 p.m., private club box.]

[Ms. Bennett, we can’t find any background on these two. Want me and Jones to tag along for protection?]

[No need. Not many can pose a threat to me back home.]

[I’m worried that they’re from those organizations, trying to lure you out.] said Jack, sounding regretful.

[I saw so much money last night and didn’t think too much. Ms. Bennett, maybe I can try to delay the delivery?]

[Do you think they figured out that Dr. Bell and Melody are the same person?] Mirabella countered.

[Well, that’s unlikely.]

After all, no one would associate Dr. Bell and Melody.

Plus, Ms. Bennett was always careful. Not many knew about her identity.

But better safe than sorry, right?

Jack had met the people from those organizations. If they set a trap for Ms. Bennett, even she, as capable as she was, wouldn’t be able to escape.

[Don’t worry, I can handle it.] Mirabella didn’t take this seriously and went downstairs after replying to the message.

At seven in the evening, Romeo asked, “Are you sure you don’t need me to accompany you?”

“Yeah, I can handle it myself.”

If the other party had a simpler identity without much background, then Romeo’s presence would be unnecessary. Mirabella didn’t need his protection.

But if the other party was a member of a powerful organization or multiple organizations, then Romeo would be in danger if he went.

So, from any angle, it was best for Romeo not to go.

Thinking about this, Mirabella comforted him: “It was the same when I took jobs before, and I’ll be back soon after a quick trip.”

“I’ll be waiting at home for you.” Romeo didn’t put up a fight, going along with Mirabella’s plans.

“You can’t sneakily follow me or send anyone to guard me.” Mirabella seemed to see right through him:

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to.”

Romeo didn’t expect Mirabella to be so sharp, seeing through his plans in a heartbeat.

He pulled Mirabella into his arms, looking into her eyes and asking, “Are you forbidding anyone from following you because you’re in danger? Are you worried I might get caught up in it? Are you worried about me?”

Before Mirabella could even answer, Romeo asked again, “Who’s the other party?”

“I have no idea yet, but they’ve asked for discretion.” Mirabella was trying to reason with Romeo: “If they find out I went back on my word and brought a bunch of bodyguards and you, will I have any business left?”

Romeo kissed her, amazed by how articulate Mirabella was.

He turned around and fetched a black hairpin, pinning it to her hair.

“This is the latest tracker. If you stay still for too long or if your location is off, I’m coming for you.”

Mirabella didn’t expect him to have such a thing. A seemingly ordinary hairpin turned out to be a tracker.

“I had it specially developed.” Romeo saw her confusion and explained, “All for your safety.”

“Guess I should thank you then.” Mirabella stood on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, looking at his worried face, and chuckled, “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon. I’ll be fine.”

“I sure hope so.” Romeo pressed his forehead to hers, kissed her lips, and watched her leave. He felt a tinge of sadness, as if something was missing.

As agreed, Mirabella arrived at an old warehouse on the outskirts of Summerfield ten minutes early.

There were about a dozen bodyguards stationed outside the warehouse. Seeing a young girl getting out of the car, they were all a bit puzzled.

“I’m here to deliver the painting.” Mirabella walked up to the head bodyguard and calmly said,

The head bodyguard looked her up and down and said, “Sorry, you can go tell Mirabelle that our boss wants to see her in person.”

“I am Mirabelle.”

The head bodyguard took another look at this young girl. Impossible.

The master of Oriental ink painting, known as Mirabelle, was actually just an eighteen-year-old girl?

Who in their right mind would believe that?

“Sorry, I’m not joking.” The head bodyguard seriously said.

“Neither am I. It’s the truth.”

Seeing the serious look on Mirabella’s face, not like she was joking, the head bodyguard was half convinced and went in to report to his boss.

After a while, he came out and invited her in, saying, “Please come in.”

Just as Mirabella was about to enter the warehouse with the painting, the head bodyguard suddenly put out a hand to stop her. “Sorry, please take off the hairpin.”

Mirabella: Was she busted so soon?

“It’s safe inside.” Seeing that Mirabella wasn’t making a move, the head bodyguard explained, “Our boss won’t do anything to you.”

“If he won’t do anything to me, then whether I wear this hairpin or not shouldn’t make a difference.”

“Our boss doesn’t want his whereabouts known by others. We’re very sorry and hope you can understand.”

Seeing no malice in his words, Mirabella took off the hairpin and handed it to him. The head bodyguard accepted it and made a respectful invitation gesture: “Please, this way.”

Mirabella entered the warehouse. The place was spacious and bright. There was only a large desk in the middle of the warehouse with brushes, ink, paper, and ink stones.

There was no one around, but Mirabella still spotted several cameras, some facing the desk, some facing her.

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