Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
With so many rooms to search through, it could take forever.
And they risked tipping him off.
“Let’s head up and see,” Mirabella said, opting for the fire escape instead of the elevator.
As she pushed open the door to the stairwell, they heard a clatter from above – something, or someone, had taken a tumble.
They trod lightly and intended to creep upward, when they heard a hoarse cry for help echo down the staircase.
Mirabella hastened her steps, with Horace panting behind; the gap between them widened – she was just too fast.
It didn’t take long before they reached the sixth floor.
In the hallway, they found a man with a buzz cut and a menacing stare clutching a rope tightly around the neck of someone they called “Viper.” Two others, one in black and the other in gray, held down Viper’s limbs, preventing any struggle.Mirabella delivered a swift kick, and with the rope loosened, Viper gasped for air, his face flushed crimson from the near-strangulation.
“Who the hell are you?” the buzz-cut man demanded, eyeing Mirabella with clear hostility.
The others, sensing a threat, glared at Mirabella with murderous intent.
“Hold up, Boss,” Horace called as he finally made it up, but the man in black was already dialing for backup. “We got trouble!”
Meanwhile, Viper tried to make an escape through a window, but Mirabella yanked him back into the fray.
Buzz-cut lunged to grab her, but before Horace could even step in to assist, the stairwell door burst open and reinforcements flooded in.
Outnumbered, Viper made a break for the rooftop; Horace wanted to give chase, but seeing Mirabella taking on so many alone, he had no choice but to step in and help.
“Go after him, don’t worry about me,” Mirabella grunted, kicking one man clean off his feet and sweeping another into the crowd. She used the railing to deliver a few well-aimed kicks, then pulled Horace behind her, urging him to go up.
Horace had no option but to pursue Viper.
As others tried to follow onto the rooftop, Mirabella knocked them down one by one, guarding the staircase and blocking their path.
Some realized they were no match for Mirabella and quietly retreated, opting for another staircase to the roof.There were two staircases to the rooftop – one at the corridor’s beginning, the other at its end.
Viper reached the rooftop and ran to another staircase for escape, only to be tripped up by another group that had arrived. Horace dashed into the fray, trading blows with the newcomers.
With the crowd against him growing, Viper made a desperate move to the edge of the roof, ready to jump.
“Don’t do it! I’m not like them.” Horace tried to get to him, but the encircling foes were too many. Before he could break free, Viper had leapt from the edge.
“Hey—” Horace dropped a few more attackers and rushed to the edge, only to see that Viper had landed on a balcony of the sixth-floor private room. Not missing a beat, Viper scaled the railing and jumped to another balcony one floor below.
Horace had no choice but to follow suit, tracing Viper’s path.
The rest, unwilling to be outdone, also followed suit and leaped onto the balconies in pursuit.
As Viper landed on the fourth-floor balcony, he felt the pain from his wounds became unbearable – he had been stabbed twice, and blood had soaked through his pants, now dripping onto the ground.
After Mirabella knocked out everyone in the stairwell, she sprinted to the rooftop only to discover that someone had taken a dive.
Rushing over, she saw about seven or eight people had leapt down to the balcony of a sixth-floor VIP
room, then down to the fifth, where they had joined in a scuffle with Horace.
On the fourth-floor balcony, Viper was slumped on the ground, his left leg bleeding profusely. Even though he fought to stand, leaning on the railing, his left leg betrayed him.
Many chased after Viper. He knew death was closing in, fear forcing him to shuffle backward.
One assailant kicked viciously at the wound on Viper’s leg, another wrapped his hands tightly around his throat, and two more took out knives, stabbing at him.
They were trying to silence him for good!
Mirabella moved with lightning speed, jumping down to the sixth-floor balcony, then to the fifth.
Across the way in a high-end club, two heartbroken young gents were drinking. Standing by the window, clinking glasses and sipping whiskey, they were far from over their breakups when they caught sight of a girl, light as a feather, hopping down floor by floor.
“Is that—?” Timothy rubbed his eyes, suspecting the booze was playing tricks on him.
Derrick was stunned, pulling Timothy closer and asking, “Is that Romeo’s fiancée Mirabella?”
“You think so too?”
“Think so? I’m almost sure it’s her.”
That figure, that presence. Who else could it be?Although there was a distance and they couldn’t see her features clearly, that familiar feeling—no doubt, it was her!
What was she doing out this late?
They watched as she landed on one of the fourth-floor balconies, swiftly taking down two knife-wielding attackers before agilely engaging others.
“Is she fighting?” Derrick gaped, “No, it’s more like—murder.”
Someone had just been stabbed, collapsing against the balcony railing, their body still twitching.
What was going on?
Was it Mirabella’s people getting hurt? Or was Mirabella just stepping in to play the hero?
From their vantage point, they could see people spilling out onto many balconies, all heading in Mirabella’s direction.
“This is bad! Call Romeo; I’ll get the club’s security to back her up.”
With that, Timothy was off and running. The club was his, and he had dozens of security staff at his beck and call.
Derrick, still in a daze, fumbled with his shaking hands to get his phone out and dialed Romeo’s number.
“Romeo, your fiancée’s in trouble. Lots of people are chasing her.”
“Is she hurt?”
“No. She’s laid out a bunch of them. You should see her in action.” Derrick was astonished.Wasn’t his fiancée supposed to be timid and gentle?
She didn’t seem the part at all.
Romeo was relieved to hear Mirabella was unscathed.
“Romeo!” Derrick’s voice suddenly spiked, laced with disbelief, “Your fiancée—she’s doing it again! She just jumped from the sixth-floor balcony to the fifth, and then from the fifth to the fourth. Now she’s just hopping all the way down to ground level.”
If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he’d swear it was a scene from an action movie.
“Stop. I don’t want to know,” Romeo cut in abruptly, “She might think I’m spying on her.”
“But you.”
How could he be so calm when his fiancée was in such danger? Wasn’t he the least bit anxious?
“Stay out of it,” Romeo said.
He didn’t want Derrick to become a burden to Bella.
“Act like you saw nothing.” With that, Romeo hung up.
Derrick stood there, mind racing with a myriad of questions. What in the world was going on?
At the coffee shop back then, Romeo and Mirabella were inseparable, with eyes only for each other. But now, danger was knocking at the girl’s door, and as her fiancé, how could he stay so calm?
The thing was, these people looked a lot like professional killers. What if something happened to Mirabella?
And there was that guy who got stabbed and was covered in blood.
It seemed like Mirabella had gotten tangled up in some messy affair..
Derrick felt he had to go check on her.
Rushing downstairs, Derrick found Timothy and a bunch of security guards standing around like lost sheep, the place cleared out.
“Where’s Mirabella??” Derrick approached, his voice laced with urgency.
“I got here just in time to see her and her crew drive off.”
They were actually chasing those other guys.
The people scattered in all directions, leaving just a few leaders. Mirabella and her companion went to chase after them.
Derrick glanced at the fourth-floor balcony, where the blood-soaked man still lay slumped against the railing, motionless.
What on earth was going on? How had Mirabella gotten involved in such a horrific situation?
Did she have some secret identity they didn’t know about?”Why are we chasing that car ahead, boss?” Horace pushed the gas pedal to the floor, but was puzzled as to why Mirabella wasn’t calling it quits, especially since they had already taken out the Viper.
If it weren’t for those jerks surrounding him, he would have leapt to the fourth floor to save Viper himself, instead of watching helplessly as he was stabbed to death.