"Owen just lent them to me; I have to give them back eventually."
Rachel frowned, clearly reluctant to see them go. "How about I talk to your senior and ask him to let you keep them?"
Mira didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It doesn't work like that. They're his brothers who grew up with him. They have a deep bond; he wouldn't just hand them over."
"I see. Well, that's a shame," Rachel sighed with regret.
"If anyone wanted to borrow you, Rachel, I wouldn't let them go either." Mira reached out and affectionately squeezed her arm.
"You sweet girl," she finally smiled.
"Rachel, I've noticed you're so nice to all of us, but why are you always picking on Mason?" Ronan Creed couldn't help but ask.
"Alright, alright, since you all say so, I'll take it easier on him from now on."
Having appeased Rachel, and seeing it was still early, Mira started reading. When she had left earlier, Master Ellis had given her another thick book on pharmacology. She had passed the intermediate stage and was now moving toward becoming an advanced pharmacist. The steps ahead were higher and steeper.
She hadn't been reading for long when Lenny Forbes called.
"Miss Mira, did you see the photos I sent you?"
"I haven't checked my phone yet."
"Mira, who is calling you 'Miss Mira'?" Just then, Rachel walked in with some sliced fruit. Hearing the formal address, she found it odd and asked.
"It's one of my master's people."
In the past, only the Mercer family staff called her that. Lenny and his crew worked for Master Ellis, and since Mira was an inner-circle student—which was akin to being a daughter in martial arts traditions—they addressed her as Miss Mira.
After hanging up, Mira carefully recalled the woman named Lydia Fontaine. Her impression was vague, but she remembered Mara bringing her up in her past life.
At that time, Mira had already been killed by them and was just a lingering spirit, unwilling to move on and floating around her enemies.
Mara and Wesley Scott were already married, and when she returned to the Mercer family, she gossiped about this to Lacey Quinn Mercer.
Mr. Scott had apparently heavily favored a woman named Lydia, even transferring her to the executive office to hold a key position. The woman was gorgeous, smart, and capable. Mrs. Scott had grown intensely jealous and threw massive fits at her husband.
Back then, Mrs. Scott hadn't exactly been fond of Mara as a daughter-in-law. Seeing her mother-in-law knocked down a peg had made Mara incredibly happy.
Mira still vividly remembered the look of pure schadenfreude on Mara's face.
In her past life, Mara had done everything in her power to assist Shane Porter, exhausting herself to ruin the Mercer Group and destroy the Scott family. In the end, not only did she fail to secure control of the Mercer Group as Shane had promised, but she didn't even get a dime. She outlived her usefulness and was tossed aside like garbage.

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