Chapter 374 – Not a Business
Mira Xianlong exhaled as her sleek black car purred softly beneath her. The windows were tinted, of course. Privacy glass. Custom. Bulletproof. And vanity-plated. It was the sort of car meant to scream "power," but in a refined, dragon-heiress way. Not like those nouveau-riche influencers who thought gold hubcaps were subtle.
Behind her?
Two more cars.
Full of luggage.
No, correction.
Full of Mira's stuff.
Clothes, shoes, magical skincare, reinforced briefcases of enchanted silk with her branding embroidered in gold thread. Plus a sealed cryobox with her signature blends—draconic teas from the Xianlong mountain spring for 88 years before bottling.
She was, officially, moving in.
"Oh dear dragon gods," she muttered under her breath. "What the hell am I doing?"
Because yeah.
This was insane.
She was a business heiress. A dragon of class, reputation, and lineage that reached back to the cloud-temples of Shangluan.
And now she was… what?
