Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
[I’ll tell you later.] Mirabella had just sent the message when she felt the presence of people in the yard, more than one.
A smirk danced on her lips, and the fish had taken the bait.
Under the moonlight, several figures quickly entered the living room from the yard. Their swift movements were nothing short of astonishing.
The moment they barged into the living room, a nimble figure swiftly emerged, locking everyone inside, including herself.
Realizing they’d fallen into a trap, they looked up at the girl standing before them. In the dark, she wore a baseball cap and a black mask; her slender figure blocked the doorway, and she exuded an intense aura.
The man leading the group was deadly serious, “Carol? So, you finally showed yourself, you traitor.”
All of them were wearing black balaclavas, hiding their faces.
“Today is the day you die.” The leader quickly attacked, the others following suit without hesitation.
One of them pulled out a switchblade, lunging towards the girl, who was now known as Mirabella. She dodged and caught his wrist, then kicked directly towards his chest.
Another threw a vase at Mirabella, who promptly kicked it onto the sofa to prevent it from breaking and making a noise.
Several men attacked Mirabella at once. She kicked at one of their heads, but he swiftly dodged.
Another made a quick move, and Mirabella accurately kicked his fist. She had used all her strength for this kick, causing intense pain to shoot from his fist up to his shoulder. He winced and instinctively clutched his aching fist.
Another man drew a small knife, aiming for Mirabella’s neck. She avoided his attack, then kicked him squarely in the chest.Her movements were extraordinarily swift, her actions quick and ruthless. The leader suffered a setback, and his voice was filled with anger.
“You’re not Carol?”
Mirabella quickly attacked him again.
“Who are you?”
Seeing that Mirabella remained silent, the leader’s anger surged. His vicious attacks were no match for her, and he found himself at a disadvantage.
The others were injured, clearly no match for Mirabella.
“It’s time to end this.”
Since she wasn’t Carol, wasting time with her was no point. With a single command from the leader, everyone drew their silenced guns and aimed at Mirabella.
As they pulled the trigger, Mirabella leaped into the air. Amid the hail of gunfire, she was agile and swift, not only dodging a dozen bullets but also grabbing one man’s arm, seizing his gun, and returning fire proficiently.
Her aim was deadly accurate, and four gun-wielding hands were hit in no time.
“Who the hell are you?”
Now, the leader was genuinely alarmed.
The girl’s agility, marksmanship, and reflexes were far superior to theirs!
Continuing like this was futile!”Retreat!”
They attempted to leave at the leader’s command, but they had unknowingly inhaled a certain gas in the seven minutes since they entered the living room. Their bodies were now weak, and their consciousness was fading.
This special gas was prepared by Mirabella. It produced very little smoke when ignited, making it hard to notice if one was not vigilant.
It had no scent during combustion and could make a person lose consciousness in a short time.
It was too late when they realized they were losing control of their bodies.
The leader threw a smoke bomb, planning to escape.
The living room was filled with thick smoke. Mirabella heard the sound of a window breaking, and she quickly grabbed the rope she had prepared, followed the sound, and, one by one, tied up the men who hadn’t escaped through the window.
One had already escaped into the yard and was climbing over the wall.
Mirabella looked in the direction he had left but didn’t chase after him. She looked at the four men she had tied up, all of whom had passed out.
At that moment, someone knocked on the door outside.
“Professor Earwood, are you home? Have you returned?” The lady who ran the breakfast joint next door was knocking on the door, “Are you alright? I thought I heard the sound of breaking glass.”
“Isn’t it strange that the lights are off? Are you sure you heard something?” her husband questioned, peering through a slit in the door. “I don’t see anyone in the yard either, and it’s pitch black.”
“Do you think we should call the police? Something feels off. I’m feeling uneasy.”
“Are you sure you heard something?”
“Yes, while you were snoring away, I heard a loud crash, like glass shattering. It came from Professor Earwood’s place.”
“Let’s go upstairs and have a look.”
They could see right into the center of Professor Earwood’s yard from their rooftop terrace.
“Look at all those fallen leaves. Professor Earwood is a neat freak.
If he were home, he would’ve cleaned that up immediately.”
“But I’m certain I heard something earlier.”
“It could’ve been a sound from another house or maybe a stray cat jumped onto a window and accidentally broke something.” The husband yawned, “Let’s go back to sleep. We have to get up early to make some oatmeal. I doubt the Earwoods will be back anytime soon.”
“How mysterious.” The wife muttered, switching off the lights.
When there was no more movement next door, Mirabella took out her phone and messaged her team, [Get a few guys over to Stardust Lane 111. I need a hand moving some people.][Moving people??] Her team was taken aback.
[ASAP]
After sending the message, Mirabella noticed several missed calls and unread messages from Romeo and Clark.
She hadn’t been able to respond during the fight.
She sent them both a quick message: [Coming home.]
She then effortlessly removed the mini camera she had installed earlier, restoring the living room to its original state before leaving with her team.
At Reflections Villa, Clark finally saw a message from Mirabella. It was only two words: [Coming home.]
He tried calling her several times, but she didnt pick up. He was growing worried. What was she doing that she couldn’t answer her phone?
He messaged Romeo, [Has Bella contacted you?]
[She replied, said she was on her way home. Didn’t answer my calls.]
[I wonder what she’s up to.] Clark was concerned. He had a bad feeling about the evening.
“Clark, I’m done changing!” Serena came downstairs cheerfully.
“Why haven’t you changed yet?”
“I’m going up now.” Clark rechecked his phone, but there was still no call from Mirabella. It was already 8 p.m.. Where could she be?Seeing that he was preoccupied and constantly checking his phone, Serena couldn’t help but ask, “Clark, is something wrong?”
“No.’ Clark shook off his thoughts, “I’m going upstairs to change.
Wait for me.”
“Okay!”
Serena watched him go upstairs, a look of delight on her face as she exchanged a knowing smile with Martha.
Martha returned the gesture, giving her a thumbs up. They hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly.
With Mirabella out of the house, Martha had encouraged Serena to invite Clark out shopping under the pretense of buying Christmas gifts for the family. This would not only show her generosity and tact but also help them bond as siblings. Plus, she could use Clark’s credit card to buy herself some things.
After all, Clark’s money always seemed to end up with Mirabella.
Martha coached her that if Clark made excuses, she should playfully remind him of the time he took Mirabella to the movies and shopping.
Sure enough, Clark was initially uninterested in going, but Serena pouted and said, “But Clark, you went with Bella last time.”
Eventually, Clark gave in, promising to accompany her for a shopping spree in the evening.
Clark descended the stairs after changing his clothes, and Serena happily hooked her arm through his, “Clark, I knew you’re always the best to me!”
“You’re my sister. If I don’t treat you well, who will 1?” Clark teased, scratching her nose playfully. His cell phone buzzed as he arrived at the garage and opened the car door. Seeing Mirabella’s name on the caller ID, he picked up immediately.
“Bella, where have you been?” As soon as he answered the call, Clark complained, “It’s already 8 p.m., do you know how worried I’ve been? You didn’t answer my calls, replied to my numerous messages with just a word or two, and took forever to respond.
Are you trying to drive me crazy? Where have you been all day?”
Upon hearing this, Serena realized that Clark had been glued to his phone all day, waiting for Mirabella to reply.
A sour feeling crept into her heart, and a tinge of resentment and jealousy welled up within her, but she kept her emotions under wraps.
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