Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
Of course, they did!
The vendor claimed they were personally made by Ms. Aria!
There was no way they could be faulty.
Could he have been sold a fake?
“Take them down!”
As soon as Gordon finished speaking, Bowen and his gang began to resist.Mirabella watched from the sidelines. Spotting someone attempting to sneak attack Gordon, she kicked a fallen tissue box at him, hitting him square in the head.
The man yelped in pain, and Gordon finally realized that Ms. Bella had saved him.
At that moment, Mirabella appeared ethereal, like a divine being descended from heaven.
For a moment, he was completely awestruck.
Another man tried to escape through the window, but Mirabella swiftly picked up a small knife from the floor and threw it like a dart.
The silver blade whizzed past the man’s face and embedded itself into the curtain, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin.
Within less than ten minutes, all of them were apprehended. To prevent them from committing suicide, Gordon ordered their mouths to be gagged.
“Take them to the boss for disposal.”
When Gordon finished speaking, Mirabella interrupted, “It’s too late now. Let Uncle Bard and Grandfather rest.
We’ll report to them tomorrow.”
“Understood.” Gordon respectfully accepted the command, “First, let’s lock them up.”
Arthur and his gang were led away.
Bowing slightly, Gordon said, “Ms. Bella, I apologize for the disturbance.”
“Do I look disturbed?”Gordon laughed. She indeed did not.
Such a major event would have left any ordinary lady scared witless.
Yet, Ms. Bella looked as calm as ever, as though she didn’t care about these people at all.
“Ms. Bella, isn’t there something wrong with those white powders? My men and I inhaled quite a bit of it, but nothing happened.”
It was truly miraculous.
“Before you guys arrived, I had lit some rose incense.”
Mirabella’s statement made Gordon realize the faint scent of roses in the air.
So, it was the scent of the roses that saved them.
“How did you know they were going to sprinkle that powder? And how did you know how to counter it?”
“I guessed.”
If they hadn’t sprinkled the powder, the rose scent wouldn’t have harmed them anyway. Even if they inhaled a lot, it wouldn’t matter.
“You’ve had a long day too. Go back and rest.” Mirabella glanced at the time. It was already past two in the morning.
Half an hour later.
When Mirabella came out after her bath, she found that Gordon had cleaned the entire room.
Gordon eyed Mirabella as she emerged in her white pajamas, his gaze quickly darting away.
“Miss Bella, I’ll stand guard outside tonight. You should get some rest.”
“There’s no need,’ she dismissed, “Even if ten more showed up, they wouldn’t be a match for me. Go home”
“I’ll leave you to rest then, Miss Bella.” Gordon closed the door, with his heart fluttering like a hummingbird.
The next morning, Mirabella woke to find Gordon dozing by her bedroom door.
“Why didn’t you go home?”
“Miss Bella, you’re awake.” Gordon straightened up immediately, “I couldn’t rest until I knew you were safe. I’ll go report to Mr. Bard now.
Mirabella found the boy’s loyalty surprising and gave him a nod of approval.
In the absence of six men, the mansion was steeped in anxiety.
At breakfast, Mirabella noticed the servants’ unease, their fear palpable.
It seemed her presence had disrupted the peace of the household.
Seeing their apprehension, Mirabella spoke in a calming tone, “Don’t be scared. Have a seat and join me.”Her words, however, brought tears to the servants’ eyes. They weren’t hungry. They were scared that Mirabella would label them as traitors and have Gordon arrest them.
“Miss Bella, I hope the breakfast I made is to your liking.”
After Mirabella had eaten the dinner prepared by Arthur and Bowen last night, they were arrested.
So, this morning, no one dared to make her breakfast.
In the end, it was Abbey who gathered the courage.
Terrified that if Miss Bella found it unsatisfactory, she might be next.
“Miss Bella, are Arthur and the others really traitors?” A servant asked.
“Last night, I saw Gordon surrounding the mansion and taking away Arthur and five others. Someone said they were traitors.
“Miss Bella, are they spies planted by the enemy close to the master?”
Several pairs of eyes were fixed on Mirabella. The servants were waiting her answer.
Mirabella replied with a simple ‘yes; and continued eating.
The servants were in disbelief.
They never would have thought that Arthur, Bowen, and the others, who seemed so loyal, harbored ill intentions.
And Mr. Elliot.
They hadn’t seen Mr. Elliot since last night.Could it be that Mr. Elliot was also a traitor?
“Miss Bella, will Mr. Elliot return?” A servant asked timicdly.
Mr. Elliot was their pillar.
What if he didn’t return?
“He’s not coming back,” Mirabella said.
The servants were unaware of what had happened at the hospital last night.
But from Mirabella’s words, they could guess something had happened, one of them muttered, “I didn’t expect this from Mr. Elliot. he risked his life to protect Mr. Bard, and Mr. Bard trusted him wholeheartedly.”
“Mr. Elliot saved my uncle?” Mirabella asked, raising an eyebrow.
The servant nodded, “Back then, a gang tried to attack Mr. Bard. Mr. Elliot took a knife for him. If the knife had gone just a millimeter deeper, Mr. Elliot wouldn’t have survived. If it weren’t for Mr. Elliot buying them time, Mr.
Bard might not have escaped.”
At this point, Mirabella’s phone vibrated. It was a call from one of her subordinates.
“Boss, half a year ago, there was indeed a food stall near the Tala desert, run by a woman. But she left after about a month. Locals say she was an outsider, and no one knows where she went. Usually, locals don’t set up stalls there because of the sandstorms. When the woman set up her stall, some kind-hearted people warned her, but she seemed adamant about staying there.”Mirabella’s eyes darkened a bit. Just as she suspected, the story about the woman, her incompetent husband, and their sick child, was all a lie, a ploy to harm her grandfather. They probably retreated when her grandfather’s reinforcements arrived.
“Keep investigating their whereabouts. Also, look into who knew about my grandparents’ travel itinerary half a year ago.”
This guy must have known exactly where Mirabella’s grandparents were headed next, and had someone set up a stall there in advance.
Perhaps all the dangers her grandparents encountered on the way were artificially created.
After ending the call, several servants gazed at Mirabella with anticipation. It took them a while before they finally said, “Ms. Bella, only a select few knew the travel route your grandparents were taking.”
“Who exactly?” Mirabella was slightly surprised. She didn’t expect these servants to be in the know.
“Just family members, and friends of your grandparents.”
“Because of their extensive contacts, they had to deal with all sorts of obligations every time they went to a new place, which would keep them from fully enjoying their trip.”
“lL once heard your grandmother voicing such concerns to a few close friends, saying she didn’t want to deal with too many social obligations.”
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