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

Chapter 30

The unassuming black sedan glided smoothly along, its ordinariness almost a cloak of invisibility under the scrutiny of passersby. As the vehicle neared, its rear window slid down halfway, revealing a familiar half–face.

Mirabella paused mid–stride, catching sight of the partial visage, a flicker of recognition crossing her face.

James‘ eyebrows quirked in amusement, his mischievous eyes sparkling with mirth as he caught her gaze. “Locked out?” he teased, the corner of his mouth lifting in a half–smile.

Mirabella’s initial surprise quickly dissipated, replaced by a resigned shrug that seemed to say, ‘Isn’t it obvious?”

A soft chuckle escaped James‘ lips before he offered, “Hop in. I’ll get you past the gate.”

Wyatt, who had been dutifully driving without a word, nearly did a double–take at the sound of his boss‘ words. Was this really the same man who usually exuded an aura of detached frostiness?

nearby, noting his passive stance. After a brief moment of contemplation, she didn’t decline the unexpected offer. She strode over, pulled open the car door, and slid

pointed toward the entrance, her voice tinged with surprise.

all he saw was the black sedan making its way into the school grounds, with no sign of Mirabella amidst the crowd. “No, I don’t see her,

fleeting glimpse, Summer was quite certain that she had seen Mirabella enter the black car. Emmitt. however, seemed to have

and murmured, “Maybe I was mistaken. It couldn’t

softly for Emmitt to

added, ‘Emmitt, I should head in. Thanks for

faded as Summer’s figure

her head to look at James with a playful tilt of her

involuntarily, a wry sense of resignation washing over his