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The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 255
Adler cleared his throat and didn’t say another word. He lowered his gaze and
sifted through the figures on the three sheets of paper once more. Minutes later,
he said, “This formula looks solid. I can whip it up for you right now.”
He paused, then asked, “You really don’t know how to use any of these
gadgets?”
“Not a clue.” Mirabella admitted. Then she added with a hint of mystery. “But who
knows about the future?”
Adler rubbed his nose and set the papers aside, then walked over to a cabinet
and pulled out two pairs of lab gloves. He handed one pair to Mirabella, saying, “I
can walk you through using these machines while I mix up the concoction.”
Mirabella slipped on the gloves and declined with a detached tone. “No need.
Just focus on the mixing.”
Adler took her words to meah that she was worried he'd get distracted and botch
the mix. wasting precious ingredients. So, without further ado, he grabbed a
medicine box and stationed himself in front of the extraction apparatus.
Whether you're brewing potions the old-fashioned way or using high-tech gear,
there's one constant: precision. The formula and measurements have to be down
to the milligram. A smidgen too much or too little, and you might as well toss it in
the trash it's a bust. It meant Adler had to be laser—focused, especially since he
rarely concocted elixirs and now had a big shot looking over his shoulder. The
pressure was enough to fray anyone's nerves.
Despite the big shot claiming ignorance about the equipment, Adler couldn't
shake the weight of expectation.
Potion—making isn’t a quick business, and extraction and purification are
especially time-consuming. By late afternoon, they'd only completed a third of
the process.
When six o'clock rolled around and Adler was clearly running on fumes, Mirabella
stepped in.
“You take a break. I'll handle the rest.”
She'd been shadowing him all afternoon and had gotten the hang of the
machinery. Taking over
wouldn't be too difficult.
Adler watched Mirabella, hesitant. “Better not. I'll keep at it. These ingredients
are pretty
rare...”
But before he could finish, Mirabella had already taken over his post. She
operated the machinery with practiced ease, filtering and precipitating with a
rhythm that was only slightly slower than expected, which betrayed no signs of
being a novice.
a
Adler clammed up, mentally face—palming. Of course, she was a quick study —
she was the big shot, after all.
She probably didn’t want to hurt his pride by showing him up from the get-go. He
felt like he'd
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“How is it?” Adler asked eagerly.
Pouring the liquid into a prepped glass bottle with a tinge of dissatisfaction in her
voice, Mirabella remarked, “It'll do, I guess.”
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the time it usually took. Newbie?
Yeah, right — nobody would buy that..
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Not to mention, on her first try, with zero screw-ups, she still seemed less than
thrilled.
He couldn't bear to think about it any longer — the more he did, the closer he
edged toward an existential crisis.

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