Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
As the curtains billowed in the breeze, the person stepped into the room.
Mirabella was about to make her move when she recognized the man standing before her. It was Mr.
Sampson, the same man she had seen earlier.
He had managed to escape from the neighboring balcony, clutching his injured arm. His white shirt was spotted with blood, and a group of seven or eight men were trailing behind him.
Perhaps not expecting to run into Mirabella here, Sampson was surprised. The girl wasn’t wearing a mask. Her striking features were exposed, and she bore a striking resemblance to his sister.
The group of men quickly lunged at Sampson. Mirabella, with her swift and agile movements, stepped in to help.
The auctioneer’s voice boomed excitedly from the speakers on the wall, “Nightshade for the first call at 3 million!”
Upon hearing this, Mirabella turned her gaze to the auctioneer who was gripping his gavel, eager to finalize the sale.
As two men lunged at her with their knives, Mirabella kicked their wrists away, swiftly knocking them to the ground.
“Nightshade for the second call at 3 million!”
Mirabella’s eyes darted towards the button next to the couch. Just as she was about to press it, two more men swung their knives at her.
“Nightshade for the third and final call at 3 million, sold! Let’s congratulate Mr. Murray for successfully bidding on today’s first rare item– Nightshade! Let’s give him a big round of applause!”The camera focused on Mr. Murray, who was smiling and nodding under the spotlight.
Mirabella was speechless.
Sampson could see the frustration and disappointment in the girl’s eyes. Had she come tonight intending to bid on Nightshade?
The next lot was quickly introduced.
Mirabella had already taken down four or five men.
Sampson was surprised at the girl’s abilities. It seemed that these men were no match for her.
The remaining three or four men, realizing they were outmatched, jumped overboard and swam away.
“Are you alright?” Sampson asked with concern.
Mirabella glanced at him, “You’ve been poisoned.”
“You mean my wound is poisoned?”
“Including your scent. You must have inhaled something. You’re weak.”
Given that this man had stepped in to help them on the deck earlier, Mirabella placed her slender fingers on his pulse.
“As I suspected”
Sampson was intrigued. He did feel weak, which was why those low-level thugs could seize an opportunity.
At that moment, the door was kicked open revealing a wounded Danny with a dozen of his men.”I apologize, sir. I was foolish to fall for their diversion.”
Earlier, he had heard a commotion on the balcony. When he arrived, he saw several suspicious men attempting to flee.
He immediately pursued them, leaving his boss alone in the room.
It was only later he realized he had been duped.
Seeing Mirabella, he was taken aback. This girl bore an uncanny resemblance to his boss’s sister.
However, he didn’t forget his duty and quickly apprehended the unconscious thugs on the floor.
“It’s a simple hypnotic scent. It needs to be dispersed in the air two hours in advance. You should check who entered your room two hours ago.”
After saying this, Mirabella took out a small spray bottle from her backpack. She sprayed the antidote onto Sampson’s wound.
“What are you doing?” Danny became tense.
“The wound is poisoned. This is the antidote.”
After spraying the antidote, Mirabella bandaged Sampson’s wound with a white bandage and said, “Give me your hand.”
Sampson extended his hand.
The girl poured a tiny white pill into his palm.
“This will counteract the poison in your system. In half an hour, the weakness should dissipate.”
“Are you a medic too?”
Sampson suddenly found this girl quite unique. Not only did she possess a remarkable aura and agile skills, but she also had a proficient knack for treating wounds and carried a significant amount of medicine.
“What would happen if I don’t take it?” Sampson asked genuinely.
“You’d grow weaker until you die.”
Danny was shocked. Could the consequences really be that severe?
“How poisonous is my wound?” Sampson questioned further.
“If not treated in time, it could be deadly.”
Mirabella slung her backpack over her shoulder, put on a baseball cap and mask, preparing to negotiate with Mr.
Murray to see if he’d sell her Nightshade.
“Thank you, Kelly.” Sampson watched her leave, expressing his gratitude.
Mirabella halted. Kelly? Was he mistaking her for Kelly?Yet she didn’t deny it. “It was nothing.”
Seeing her leave, Danny couldn’t help but whisper, “Sir, are we just going to let her go?”
“What else can we do?”
Mirabella arrived at the auction hall. She was informed that Mr. Murray had already paid for Nightshade and left.
Nightshade was gone too.
“Do you know where he went?”
“I’m sorry, miss, we aren’t privy to our clients’ whereabouts.’ The staff member apologized.
Mirabella hacked into the surrounding CCTV cameras and spotted Mr. Murray getting into a black car, heading toward a floating casino.
A haven for the wealthy.
Dozens of glistening, golden buildings stood on the water, with boats weaving through them. Beautiful women danced enticingly on the decks.
Inside were the playgrounds of the rich, where they could enjoy the thrill of spending fortunes.
Afterwards, there were luxurious saunas, Michelin-starred restaurants, and opulent suites waiting for them.
Mirabella hailed a taxi towards the casino. As she reached the entrance, a staff member politely stopped her, “I’m sorry, miss.”
Due to Mirabella’s youthful appearance and clothes that starkly contrasted the regular patrons, the staff member felt compelled to remind her, “This is a place for adults.”Mirabella was like a kid, dressed in casual clothes, sporting a baseball cap, and carrying a backpack.
She looked like a diligent student who had just left an after-school class and had wandered into the wrong place.
Mirabella pulled out her phone and showed her bank balance to him. The staff member was taken aback—before he could even count the zeros, Mirabella had already walked past him.
“Miss, do you have a preference for any game? Would you like us to find a companion for you?” The staff member hurriedly led the way.
Male and female companions stood in two lines, waiting for quests to choose.
The men were handsome; the women were dazzling.
Some wealthy patrons would bring several women with them as they indulged in their extravagant games.
A line of men looked at Mirabella expectantly.
The usual patrons were older, with some level of status. A young and beautiful girl like Mirabella was a rarity.
“No need, Mirabella responded coolly. “What does Mr. Murray usually play?“ “He plays everything, but he always ends up at the dice tables.” The staff member led Mirabella into the main hall and pointed, “He prefers the table on the left.”
A handsome, blond-haired, and blue-eyed man sat unabashedly at the table, holding a poker chip in his left hand and a lady on his right. His triumphant demeanor clearly suggested that he had just won a substantial amount.
There were quite a few patrons around him, some standing, some sitting, all of them with significant clout.
Mirabella headed towards him.
The dealer rolled the dice and when they stopped, many patrons quickly placed their chips on the table.
Some bet high, others bet low.
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