The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1783

With his flamboyant style, there was no way he'd be caught dead driving a beat-up car. Image was everything, after all.

Mirabella clicked her tongue and checked her watch. "You're an hour late. Did you swipe this robot or something?"

Dylan's dad, always sharp as a tack, had hit the nail on the head.

Dylan cleared his throat, trying to keep his cool. "No way! It's just a prototype. I could get ten more if I wanted."

Mirabella gave him a knowing smile.

Feeling a bit guilty, Dylan looked away, walked around the car, and untied the ropes securing a box to the frame. In no time, he had unloaded a box that came up to about half his height.

"Inside, there's a new model robot, some welding tools, and parts. Let me know if you need anything else, and I'll sort it out," Dylan said, letting out a breath after the heavy lifting.

Mirabella didn't bother opening the box. She just nodded. "Alright."

"And that system that's still a work in progress, I'll send it to your computer later..." Dylan rubbed his hands together, eyeing the villa behind Mirabella. "If it's cool, I could stick around and help out your dad."

"Oh, it's not cool," Mirabella shot back without missing a beat.

"Then maybe I could rent the house next door, so I'm always nearby?" Dylan offered as a backup plan.

He was dying to see the master in action! Without a word, Mirabella, who could practically smell his eagerness, picked up the box and walked into the villa.

With a swift kick, she shut the door with a loud bang.

Dylan: "???"

Seriously, is she even human??

**Two days zipped by.

During these past days, Mirabella split her time between visiting Chester at the hospital and tinkering with the robot in James's villa.

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