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

Chapter 31

Mirabella had to admit that her knowledge of James was rather thin, even after nearly a year of acquaintance. Their interactions were sparse, and she’d only just learned his name when he offered it up in conversation.

James cocked his head to the side, his eyebrow arching playfully at Mirabella. “Do I look the part to you?”

She gave him a once–over, a frank shake of her head her only reply. “Not really.” No school would dare hire a teacher who gave off such a creepy vibe. It’d be like they didn’t want their students to focus on their studies at all.

A faint smile played at the corners of James‘ lips as he admitted, “I’m definitely not a teacher.”

Figures.

Mirabella arched an eyebrow and glanced out the car window, her interest in prying further evidently waning. “Please, Just drop me off here. I can make it the rest of the way on my own.”

Wyatt, who was in the driver’s seat, slowed the car down at her request but didn’t come to a stop until he caught James‘ nod in the rearview mirror.

“Sure thing.” James murmured. Only then did Wyatt gently press the brake pedal.

gaze forward, muttered a brief thanks, and stepped out of the

the car again, stealing another glance at Mirabella’s retreating figure through the window. He leaned in, his voice low with curiosity. “James, is that Mirabella, the same

us look into?”

James replied, his voice detached. His usual cool demeanor returned as he

sure, but I don’t see what’s so special about her.” He couldn’t understand why his boss was

a stir.

was intense. He spoke with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Being attractive is a specialty

James‘ gaze

right.”

“There are plenty of beauties in Riverdale. High society ladies, no less,

James scoffed softly, his handsome face etched

Such double standards…

steer the conversation away from Mirabella, his expression turning serious. “By the way, James, our contacts in the shadows say they can’t find any trace of Clan. Could

information network, The Mirror, had come up empty.

you think those drugs concocted from ancient

of frustration crossed Wyatt’s face. “But