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?

Mirabella glanced at the security guard standing nearby, noting his passive stance. After a brief moment of contemplation, she didn’t decline the unexpected offer. She strode over, pulled open the

approaching from a distance, caught the interaction and pointed toward the entrance,

way into the school grounds, with no sign of Mirabella amidst the crowd. “No, I don’t see her, Summer. Are you sure?” he asked, his brow furrowed

certain that she had seen Mirabella enter

pondered briefly. She withdrew her gaze and murmured, “Maybe I was mistaken. It couldn’t have been

under her breath, too softly for Emmitt to catch properly. “What stranger’s car?”

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

and a smile, which gradually faded as Summer’s figure disappeared through the school

tilt of her

wry sense of resignation washing over his handsome features. His voice, low and steady, corrected her