Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
Martha angrily led Serena upstairs, muttering all the way, “That old hag Edith, trying to mislead you, smear me in front of you, tell you to distinguish right from wrong, bah, isn’t she just saying I’m the bad guy? She’s the one giving Bella advice, yet she still plays the good guy!”
Serena gently patted Martha’s hand, saying, “Don’t worry, I can see clearly. It’s just that I don’t know if Clark had an emergency. If it’s really as serious as Edith mentioned, a matter of life and death, then I might have misunderstood Clark and Mirabella.”
“Serena? How did she manage to brainwash you? It’s already this late. What could be so urgent that it required Clark to leave? Okay, let’s say it’s a matter of life and death. Clark could still have explained it to you. But he didn’t even consider your feelings and left you behind to follow Ms. Bella. Isn’t that a little inappropriate?”
“Clark said he would go shopping with me another day. He also told me to go first and find some friends to accompany me, to buy more of what I like, and then ask him for reimbursement.”
Upon hearing this, Martha scoffed, “Clark really does play favorites. He gave his unlimited black card to Ms. Bella, letting her buy whatever she wanted. But when it comes to you, you can only buy things and then ask him for reimbursement. If you buy a lot, it’ll be awkward to ask him for reimbursement, right?”
Serena’s gaze dimmed. Yes, when she heard Clark say these words, there was a sudden chill in her heart.
She used to think Clark was the fairest, but lately, she began to feel that Clark was biased, just like Hans Chasel, as if Mirabella was the only one in his heart.
“Serena, I’ll go shopping with you! Since Clark has already said so, let’s buy more. Having some things as our own is better than being penniless in the future.” Martha persuaded, “Wait for me a moment. I’m going to change my clothes.”
“But Martha, it’s already half-past eight.”The mall closed at half past ten.
“We’ll buy as much as we can. Just pick the expensive ones. don’t worry about whether you like them or not!”
Under Martha’s arrangement, Serena’s originally unbalanced heart was completely shaken. In the end, she went to the mall with Martha to go on a shopping spree. Both of them let loose and bought without even looking at the price tags.
Meanwhile.
Mirabella parked her car in front of Villa Cascada.
The armed guard at the gate saw the boss getting out of the car with a handsome man and was somewhat puzzled, “Boss, who is this?”
Jack noticed the commotion and immediately came over, slapping the back of his head, “Why are you asking? This is Clark! Put away your weapon now.”
The guard at the gate quickly put away his gun, calling out, somewhat bewildered, “Clark.”
Clark gazed at the grandiose mansion in front of him. Just the entrance lawn alone was several thousand square meters. What was key was that many people were patrolling back and forth with weapons. The brightly lit mansion looked mysterious, like some sacred palace that did not allow strangers to enter.
Clark didn’t know why Jack knew his identity or why he called his sister “boss.’ No wonder his sister said on the phone that she would take him to a place, but she didn’t want anyone to know about this place and asked him not to publicize it.
With so many people holding weapons, it certainly couldn’t be publicized.”Bella, what is this place?” Clark asked the girl beside him.
“This is one of our boss’s main bases. There are many laboratories inside, equipped with the most advanced equipment and instruments from home and abroad. Many of our boss’s world-renowned medical experiments are completed here. Like that SIR virus epidemic in Antarctica last time, the antidote was researched here by our boss.”
Mirabella glanced at Jack, who immediately clamped his mouth shut.
“Was Bella the one who developed the cure for the SIR virus in Antarctica?”
Now, it was Clark’s turn to be shocked. That virus had been rampant in Antarctica, causing countless deaths, with even a few cases popping up back home.
Clark had paid attention to the news back then, impressed by the brilliance of Professor Mirabella, as no one else in the world had been able to come up with a solution.
“You’re not the Professor Mirabella from Summerfield College, were you?” Clark asked, looking at the girl next to him in disbelief.
“Yep, that’s our boss! She completed all her studies at Summerfield College two years ago. Even the professors who taught her felt inferior, humbly accepting their role as her students. She’s now a distinguished professor at Summerfield College, one of the 66 influential figures since the college’s founding. That’s our boss!”
Mirabella glanced at Jack again, “That’s enough from you.”
Jack clamped his mouth shut immediately, his eyes signaling he wouldn’t say any more.
“Why did you stay at Westerly College then?” Clark asked, walking alongside her.
“That’s because President Barton of Westerly College needed our boss’s cooperation in conducting some experiments.” Jack began but quickly covered his mouth, once again using his sincere gaze to signal he wouldn’t say any more.Mirabella was speechless.
Clark was surprised to discover his sister had so many different identities. Her headquarters, like her, was shrouded in mystery.
As Mirabella led him into the side building, the two guards standing watch respectfully greeted her, “Boss.
Mirabella nodded slightly.
Why were there so many armed guards if they were here only for experiments?
Who were these people?
“Bella, who are these?”
“Guardians of the building,’ Jack answered vaguely.
Mirabella led Clark into the side building and down to the basement.
There were several empty rooms, the walls made of iron bars, making them look like giant cages. The cages were empty, exuding a chilly aura.
As they walked past, their footsteps echoed in the air. Sensor lights flickered on one by one, casting an eerie glow.
In the last cell were four individuals they had captured today. They were still unconscious, huddled together in a heap.
“They’re the ones connected to Carol’s disappearance?” Clark asked, his heart pounding.
“Yes”As soon as Mirabella finished speaking, someone brought over two chairs. She sat down and lightly said, “Clark, sit.”
After Clark sat down, Mirabella directed one of her subordinates, “Wake them up.”
“Yes!” Jack pressed a switch on the wall. Immediately, icy water cascaded from the ceiling of the cage like a heavy downpour.
Meanwhile, a transparent partition rose up from the floor, effectively shielding them from the splashing water droplets.
Mirabella and Clark remained dry, with not a single drop of water on them.
The four men in the cage were soaked to the bone, shocked awake by the bone-chilling cold. They realized they had not only been tied together but their hoods had also been removed.
The partition retracted into the floor, and Clark, unable to contain himself any longer, asked, “Who are you people? Why did you call Carol a traitor? Where is Carol?”
Earlier in the car, his sister had briefly explained the situation to him. He had a feeling Carol’s disappearance was not straightforward.
“What do you know? Tell me!”
Any mention of Carol made Clark lose his usual composure.
One of the subordinates entered the cage and removed the gag from one of the men. Seeing that the man was about to bite his tongue off, the subordinate quickly stuffed the gag back in, giving him a few hard punches.
“Playing dirty with me? Boss, I suggest stripping them down to check for any gang tattoos or the like.”Strip them?
The eyes of the four men widened in horror. A soldier may be killed but not insulted. Being stripped naked and exposed to each other was worse than enduring torture.
“Go ahead.” Mirabella stood up, her hand resting on Clark’s shoulder.
“I’ll step out for a bit. Feel free to ask them anything you want to know.”
After Mirabella left the basement, her phone vibrated again. It was a call from Romeo.
Lost in her own world, Mirabella barely noticed the call.
With a swipe across the screen, Romeo’s voice echoed from the other end, “Bella, you’re still not home?”
It was already nine in the evening.
“Almost there.”
“What have you been up to all day?”
“Just dealing with stuff” Mirabella replied softly, “Just went out with Clark.”
“What were you and Clark doing?”
Mirabella couldn’t exactly tell him that they had been out rounding up a few guys related to Clark’s missing girlfriend.
If Romeo knew she’d been risking her neck, facing off with a handful of armed thugs, he’d definitely be mad.
“We just hung out.”
“So, what kept you busy all day?”
Not picking up calls, only replying to one or two messages.
“I had a small task to complete.”
Helping Clark find his girlfriend could be considered a task, right?“Was it dangerous?”
“Not at all. It was easy.” Mirabella added, “Just took up some time.”
“Indeed, it took up time.”
She’d vanished for an entire day. He would have sent someone to look for her if it wasn’t for her message.
“Did you finish it?” Romeo asked, concern in his voice.
“Yep, it’s done.”
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