Chapter 152 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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Mirabella lifted her head, as if to ask, how did he know?

“There’s no medicine that Ms. Aria can’t make.” Romeo said with a smile.

Ms. Aria?

Who spilled the beans about her identity?

“I guess I was right.” Romeo said with a smile. “The gift you gave my grandpa that day.”

Mirabella suddenly realized.

So, he had suspected her identity since that day, but hadn’t said anything?

“I had the antidote sent to Mafia C before boarding the plane.” Mirabella said calmly.

The bottle in her hand was originally intended to be exchanged with Keith, but now that Keith was dead..

“I was planning to put this in your water when you weren’t looking.”

Hearing her say that, Romeo’s smile grew even more indulgent. “You were worried about me getting infected? You care about me.”

“Since you already know who I am, just take it.” Mirabella handed over the small bottle. Those who weren’t infected would develop antibodies after taking this medicine, and they wouldn’t get infected even if they came into contact with the infected later.

“You feed me.”

Mirabella was silent for a bit.

“Is he pulling my leg again?” she thought.

“I’ve been missing you these past few days.” Romeo softly whispered into her ear.

Mirabella couldn’t stand his sweet nothings, so she unscrewed the bottle cap, poured out the pills, and forcefully stuffed them into his mouth.

He chuckled, “Your pills are worth their weight in gold. With so many people in Mafia C, I’d–feel guilty taking so many of your pills.”

Each pill could save a life..

The value of that was priceless.

“Take whatever you want,” Romeo said lovingly, gazing at her. “Everything I have is yours.”

Mirabella didn’t say anything.

“We have seven hours left, you should rest a bit,” Romeo noticed her fatigue.

“Okay.” Mirabella had been working non–stop for a long time to help her infected subordinates. Between that and handling other matters, she had barely had a moment to rest.

She snuggled into Romeo’s arms like a docile little kitten and soon fell asleep.

Seeing her sound asleep, Romeo gently lifted her and placed her on the bed in the bedroom.

The plane had several bedrooms, and Romeo placed her in the most spacious one. As he was about to cover her with a blanket, he noticed that her phone had fallen out of her pocket and was vibrating.

Someone was calling her, a string of numerical codes displayed on the screen.

He hadn’t expected her to even encrypt her phone, making Romeo all the more intrigued by who she really was.

Out of respect, Romeo didn’t answer her call, nor did he hang up He simply let the phone vibrate for a while before ending it himself.

He put the phone on the nightstand, gently covered her with the blanket, and leaned down to give her a passionate kiss.

She looked beautiful when she was asleep, just like a princess from a fairy tale, with her curly eyelashes, high nose, and gorgeous lips.

Watching her, he couldn’t help but lean down and gently kiss her again.

Just then, the phone vibrated again.

Someone had sent her a text

Romeo glanced at it unintentionally and saw a few messages on the screen.

[Boss, QY’s monthly report has been sent to your mailbox.]

[The newly launched jewelry series is very well received.]

[When will you have time to draw some more?]

The person who sent the text was named: Mr. Jaime.

Romeo thought, “Jaime? That’s the person in charge of QY?”

Rumor had it that QY’s founder, Queen Abby, never showed her face and focused solely on creating. All of QY’s affairs were handled by Jaime.

So, Bella was Queen Abby?

QY was founded by her?

No wonder she always refused when he gave her clothes and jewelry from QY.

Facing her own designs every day, there would be no novelty. No wonder he never saw a look of surprise on her face.

Everything was designed by her, where would the surprise come from?

He remembered the expression on her face when she received his gifts, as if she was a bit embarrassed.

Thinking about that, Romeo smirked. He hadn’t expected that Bella was not only a healer and a master of making medicines, but also a piano master, and the founder of QY.

The Collins family probably didn’t know her true identity, which was why they let her take over that small clothing company.

If they knew, they would definitely think it was a waste.

The founder of QY, managing a small company.

“Mr. McMillian.”

At that moment, Carl called softly from outside the door.

Romeo snapped out of his thoughts, took a reluctant last look at her, and then closed the door to leave.

“Is Mirabella asleep?” Carl was surprised at how gentle Romeo could be with Mirabella.

If the people of Mafia C saw this, they would definitely be scared.

Because Romeo’s image outside was always cold and merciless.

“Keep it down.” Romeo walked into the cabin’s living room and sat down before saying, “Speak here.”

He was afraid the noise would wake her up.

“Yes.” Seeing him sit down, Carl hurriedly reported, “We have news from Dr. Bell!”

Romeo was quite surprised. He hadn’t expected so many good things to happen today. He asked in a low voice, “Where is he?”

“I don’t know yet, but someone said they had Dr. Bell’s contact information. Dr. Bell is willing to make house calls, but he doesn’t want consultation fees, he wants things”

That was unexpected.

“What things?” Romeo asked calmly.

“Glycyrrhiza and root of purple lotus.”

Romeo’s mood became heavy. What did Dr. Bell want with these two things?

Mr McMillian, we have collected these two items for many years, and they are very valuable. Their rarity is comparable to that of cinnamomum tenuis. Although the other party doesn’t know that we have these two items, the condition they put forward is that whoever can provide these two items, Dr. Bell would be willing to treat their disease”

Romeo’s response was indifferent. “Okay, promise them.”

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