Asher had raised his voice not to dismiss the company but merely to remind Mirabella of her standing. It wasn't intended as a harsh eviction, after all. The Reeves family had always placed a high value on proper etiquette.
He straightened up, dropping his arms from their folded position, and without another word, made his way towards the exit.
The butler, seeing this, wiped the sweat from his brow and turned his attention back to Mirabella, whispering, “Ms. Mirabella, Mr. Asher can be a bit blunt. He didn’t mean any harm—please, don’t take it to heart.”
Mirabella stepped through the threshold with a slight arch of her brow, murmuring an acknowledgment.
Soon after, the butler led Mirabella into the grand living room. Beside Nikolai sat an unfamiliar middle-aged man—roughly in his thirties—with a rugged brow and a serious mien, exuding an unmistakable aura of authority.
Mirabella cast him a brief glance before turning her attention away.
“Ms. Mirabella, you’ve finally arrived,” said Nikolai, his face lighting up with relief.
He stood up and turned to introduce her to the stern-faced man, “This is the medical prodigy I’ve told you about, Miss Mirabella Davis.”
The man’s piercing gaze landed on Mirabella, his expression stern as if he were sizing up a suspect. Yet, in the face of his scrutiny, Mirabella remained as serene as ever, not betraying a hint of intimidation. This surprised him, though his brows furrowed in doubt, and he turned back to Nikolai. “Are you certain she’s... suitable?”
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