Chapter 350 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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So, how did the fact that the hairpin was a tracker get leaked, and why was it spotted instantly? It almost caused trouble for Mirabella.

“Well, you better check. There might be a mole.” Mirabella said while driving, “I’m almost there. I’ll call you when I’m done.”

“Alright.” Romeo cautioned, “Be careful.”

“Yeah, don’t worry.”

Mirabella parked her car in the private club’s garage and saw two pretty girls getting out of another sports car.

One of them, with her beautiful features, had an air of arrogance about her.

Alma Collins? What was she doing here?

Alma had also noticed Mirabella. She didn’t expect Mirabella to come here, let alone in Romeo’s car!

“Bella,” Alma smiled, “Are you alone? Want to hang out with us? We have a class reunion tonight.”

Mirabella glanced at the friend next to Alma, who was acting as if she was top dog. With her arms crossed over her chest, she looked at Mirabella with a condescending gaze.

“No need. I have things to do.”

Mirabella shut her car door and headed for the club, with Alma trailing behind her. She asked, “Why are you here alone? Why didn’t Romeo come with you?”

Mirabella turned to look at her, and Alma felt an inexplicable pressure from that glance. She didn’t expect her cousin, who just came back home, to have such a strong aura.

There was an elevator in the garage that led directly to the first floor of the club, and there were four attendants standing outside.

Alma asked again, “Bella, do you have a membership card? Only members with a five-star rating or above can park their cars here and take this elevator.”

“I get it.”

If it wasn’t for her uncle and aunt, Mirabella really didn’t want to have anything to do with Alma.

Still, Alma stuck to her like glue, even speeding up just to walk side by side with her.

“Bella, do you come here often?”

Alma knew that this club was later taken over by Romeo. She often came here, partly hoping to bump into Romeo, and partly thinking that if she splurged enough to hit five-star status, Romeo would notice her.

Seeing that Mirabella didn’t respond, Alma asked again, “Does Romeo bring you here often? Or do you come by yourself?”

“Your bumpkin cousin doesn’t even have basic manners.” Alma’s friend Cherry Evert couldn’t help but scoff. “Alma, just let her make a fool of herself later. Why waste your time?”

Alma didn’t want to deal with Mirabella, but she needed to know if Romeo would be at the club tonight.

Mirabella had arrived in Romeo’s car, was she here to meet him?

If so, she had to wreck it.

Seeing the three women approaching the elevator, a staff member quickly radioed in some words.

Soon, over a dozen staff members came down by elevator to the garage, standing neatly in front of the elevator, blocking their path.

“Someone got recognized who’s not a member, so they won’t let us in.”

At this, Cherry pulled Alma to stand next to her, then lifted her chin arrogantly, looking at the dozen or so staff members in front of her.

“I haven’t been here for a while, and you guys don’t recognize me anymore?”

The head waiter quickly bowed in greeting, “Ms. Cherry.” Then he turned to Alma and politely greeted,

“Ms. Alma.”

“You know who we are. Why don’t you step aside?” Cherry said, then gave Mirabella a haughty look and coldly said, “Just so you know, we don’t know this person. Whatever you want to do with her is your business.”

Cherry, arm in arm with Alma, planned to walk past this wall of people.

The head waiter respectfully said, “I’m sorry, Ms. Cherry, Ms. Alma, could you please wait a moment?”

“Wait?” Cherry found this ridiculous, “I’ve lived all these years, and no one can ask me to wait!”

“I’m really sorry, but it’s the club’s rule.”

Just then, the elevator door opened, and the manager came out.

The dozen or so waiters lined up on both sides, and the manager quickly walked past, ignoring Cherry and Alma. He went straight to Mirabella, bending over to greet her respectfully.

“Ms. Bella, you didn’t even give us a heads up that you’re coming. Please wait a moment, we’ve already sent someone to get the red carpet.”

“No need for such a fuss.”

Mirabella stepped forward. The manager hurried to keep up, and the waiters on both sides maintained their bowing posture.

“Ms. Bella, I’m sorry for our lack of hospitality. All your expenses in the private room tonight are on the house.”

Cherry and Alma were shocked. What the hell was going on?

“I’m not the one spending tonight, no need to be so formal.”

“Ms. Bella, you’re too understanding. It makes me feel even more guilty.”

The manager pressed the lift open button, blocked the door with his hand until Mirabella got in, and then he followed, all the while bowing, as if Mirabella was the owner of the club.

Finally, Cherry realized that the manager and these dozen or so waiters were here to welcome

Mirabella. They were the five-star members, but they were left waiting on the side. The lift was only for

Mirabella’s use. Weren’t they worthy to share a lift with Mirabella?

“Alma, what’s the deal with your cousin?” Cherry was a bit pissed.

Even their five-star membership, with annual consumption of over a million, had to give way to her.

“Did her family seriously start throwing pocket change at her the moment she came back?”

Was she spending more here than both of them combined?

No way.

Mirabella just got back to the Collins family and she was already dropping millions here?

Even if she was a big spender, the club shouldn’t be making such a big fuss over her.

There were plenty of other big spenders who didn’t get this kind of treatment when they came in.

“I have no clue,” Alma said, feeling a touch green with envy. The only people who got this kind of welcome were the McMillians, as far as she knew. Could it be because of Romeo?

Did Romeo arrange this grand welcome?

The more she thought about it, the more she saw Mirabella as a bit of a show-off.

Meanwhile, Mirabella had no idea that Romeo owned the club now. She took the VIP elevator as agreed and arrived at the top-level suite 901.

She’d been to the ninth floor plenty of times, but this was her first time in suite 901.

She knocked on the door and a woman’s elegant voice came from inside.

“Come in.”

Mirabella pushed open the door, only to find a quiet café waiting inside.

In a place where booze and nightlife were the norm, a café was certainly a surprise.

The woman sitting at the coffee table was elegantly dressed and had a dignified aura.

Seeing a young girl of about seventeen or eighteen walk in, she was surprised, “Is Maestro Melody not coming?”

“I am Melody.”

The middle-aged woman looked Mirabella up and down, seemingly interested.

The girl had a refined face, with an air of cool elegance in her brow and eyes. It was stunning.

Girls her age rarely had such grace and beauty.

Mirabella was also sizing up the lady.

The lady’s eyes were captivating. Even though she was in her thirties or forties, her beautiful face still radiated a charming allure.

“Please, have a seat.” The lady pointed toward the piano stool.

Mirabella understood. This was her chance to prove herself.

Mirabella sat at the piano, her slender fingers dancing across the keys, playing a beautiful melody.

The lady stopped making coffee, quickly drawn into the pleasant atmosphere created by Mirabella. She was deeply moved.

The tune echoed in the air, with Melody’s unique style, becoming more enchanting the more she listened.

The lady didn’t even feel like making coffee anymore. She stopped and lost herself in the wonderful piano music, completely entranced.

As soon as Mirabella finished playing, she handed the sheet music to the lady, “This is what you asked for.”

The beautiful lady’s skin was incredibly smooth. Her smile was like melting ice and snow, bringing everything back to life. It added to her charm.

“How long have you been playing the piano?” she asked, her voice gentle.

“For several years now.”

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