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.

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

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

us look into?”

cool demeanor returned

appeared puzzled as he mused. “She’s pretty, sure, but I don’t see what’s so special about her.” He couldn’t understand why his boss was so interested in an average high school girl. If

a stir.

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

James‘ gaze

right.”

but mutter. “There are plenty of beauties in Riverdale. High society ladies, no less, and I haven’t seen you giving them a second glance.”

his handsome face

sighed internally. Such double standards…

James, our contacts in the shadows say

even their global information network, The Mirror,

slightly. “Do you think those drugs concocted from ancient

frustration crossed Wyatt’s face. “But we’ve been searching for over a