Chapter 126 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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“Before, Mirabella was a Melton family girl; we had a betrothal with her; she must have considered you her fiance on some level and harbored feelings for you. But then Yolanda butted in, and with Yolanda being so scheming.”

“Mom, Yolanda’s not scheming.” Zachary couldn’t help but correct her.

“Which part of her doesn’t scream scheming? You think I’m too old to see?” Zachary’s mom had put up with Yolanda thinking she was talented because Demetrius was the richest man in Tranquil City.

But now the Melton family was in decline, and Yolanda’s talent turned out to be a sham.

Totally infuriating!

“You can tell Mirabella you’re willing to be with her, regardless of whether she’s a Melton family daughter or not; even if her birth family is dirt poor, the Panter family is willing to lower their status. As long as during the engagement, she publicly announces she’s Maestro Melody and performs a few piano pieces on the spot.”

“Mom, are you dreaming?” Zachary couldn’t help but interrupt her fantasy: “Do you know how much Maestro Melody makes? Just in taxes, she’s paying millions; all our family’s wealth added up probably isn’t even half of hers.”

Maestro Melody had always been low–key, not participating in rich list rankings; otherwise, she’d definitely be near the top!

The Melton family and the Panter family were no match for her.

“She makes that much just playing a few pieces?”

“Absolutely!”

She fell into thought for a while: “Isn’t that even better? Marrying a woman who knows how to make money is better than marrying a phony woman, isn’t it?”

Zachary was somewhat speechless. Just because he was willing to pursue Mirabella, would she accept him?

With Mirabella’s personality, ordinary people could hardly handle her.

Early the next morning.

Just as Mirabella was about to head out, she heard Edith saying, “Ms. Bella, your bro has been waiting for you for two nights straight.”

“Bro?” Mirabella was a bit surprised. “He’s back?”

“Yes, your brother rushed back to see you as soon as he finished all his business abroad. But you’ve been out early and back late these past two days; he hasn’t seen you yet.”

With that, Edith asked softly, “Can you make it home for dinner tonight?”

She could tell her brother really wanted to see his sister.

But Mirabella remembered she had to tutor Molly in her professional knowledge after work: “I might be a bit late for dinner; I’ll try to get home as early as possible.”

“Great!” Edith smiled. “Your brother will be thrilled to see you.”

Lately, Mirabella was swamped, which gave Serena an opening to cozy up to Hans Collins.

As Mirabella stepped out of the house, she saw Romeo leaning against his car, on the phone from afar.

He was tall and elegant, and every move he made exuded a unique aristocratic vibe.

As Mirabella approached, she heard him say, “Yeah, this afternoon.”

After hanging up, Romeo opened the passenger door for her; his aura naturally softened. “Have you had breakfast?”

“Yeah.” Mirabella looked up and asked, “Got something on in the afternoon?”

“I have to make a quick overseas trip.” Romeo leaned down to fasten her seatbelt. “I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon. Take care of yourself while I’m away.” “I’m not a kid.”

A slight arch appeared in Romeo’s brows. “I’ll try to wrap things up and get back as soon as possible.”

“Uh–huh.”

“You’re going for just one day.” Mirabella knew he was overly concerned about her. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of myself.”

Hearing her say that, Romeo’s eyes softened. “The bag next to you is for you; take a look.”

Mirabella opened it and found not only the things she needed for her period but also a hot water bottle and snacks.

Romeo was worried that the Collins family might not have prepared these for her since she had just returned.

“If they’re not good, I’ll get you something else.”

Mirabella blushed slightly, understanding what he meant.

“The ginger tea is individually packed; have a bag when your period comes.”

“Use the hot water bottle if you feel uncomfortable.”

“You can also snack during your period.”

After dropping Mirabella off near her office, Romeo opened the car door, hugging her reluctantly and saying, “I’ve already planted the marigold. I’ll take you to see it when I come back.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t stress too much about tomorrow’s competition. Do your best.” Romeo gazed at her, his expression filled with affection and tenderness. “I’ll try to be back before the competition starts.”

“Okay, no rush.”

“See you tomorrow.” Romeo lifted her face and gave her a peck, then left.

She had a busy day at the company.

After work, Mirabella taught Molly some design techniques and tips. Before they knew it, it was already past eight in the evening.

“Ms. Bennett, let me treat you to dinner.” Molly felt really guilty. “You’ve taught me so many methods and tricks, and you have a competition tomorrow. I have to treat you tonight.”

“Let’s just grab something quick.” Mirabella checked the time; she still had to go home and see her brother. “What’s good around here?”

“The only thing nearby is a barbecue joint, but their food is super tasty.”

Molly was happily saying this when she suddenly realized something and quickly stopped herself. “Never mind, let’s go somewhere else.” “Let’s just go there.”

“Huh?” Molly felt that the environment there didn’t suit Ms. Bennett’s status.

But Mirabella picked up the bag Romeo had prepared for her and said, “Let’s go.”

“Ms. Bennett, what’s in that bag?” Molly had never seen her carry such a cute bag, shaped like a little bunny.

Unexpectedly, it looked pretty good in Ms. Bennett’s hand.

“Personal items.” Mirabella thought of that man, and her eyes softened.

From the company to the barbecue joint, it was only a ten–minute walk.

At this time of day, not many people were eating. Molly asked about Mirabella’s preferences and ordered quite a bit of food. She sat at the small table, took out two tissues, and wiped Mirabella’s table clean, then her own.

“Ms. Bennett, I’m a bit nervous about the competition tomorrow.” Molly was afraid she wouldn’t do well and embarrass Mirabella.

“Just treat it like any other day.” Mirabella’s gaze softened. “You’ll do great.”

In a while, the shopkeeper came over with a few small plates and said, “Miss, your barbecue is ready.”

“Thank you, Ms. Bennett. Can you smell how good it is?” Molly picked up a wing and handed it to Mirabella, saying, “This one’s yours.”

“Thank you.” Mirabella took it: “You come here often?”

It seemed like she was pretty familiar with the owner.

“Mm.” Molly smiled and said, “Sometimes when I work until eleven or twelve at night, I’d stop by here for some barbecue to satisfy my cravings, and I’d take some home for my mom too.”

The owner had been running this place for half a year. Molly often came, and they became friends after chatting for a while. Mirabella was about to say something about her family background when suddenly, five or six cars pulled over, and more than twenty thugs with clubs jumped out and surrounded them.

“Who are you?” Molly was surprised and instinctively grabbed Mirabella’s clothes. “You’ve got the wrong people, right?”

The leader of the men looked at Mirabella and then at Molly, confirming it was them.

He waved his hand, and his men rushed forward with their clubs as if they were going to beat them to death.

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