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

was a few moments before Wyatt quietly started up 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 girl you had

us look into?”

demeanor returned as he casually tapped

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 the family got wind of it, it’d

a stir.

spoke with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Being attractive is a specialty in its

James‘ gaze

right.”

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

scoffed softly, his handsome face etched

internally. Such

contacts in the shadows

global information network, The

think those drugs

of frustration crossed Wyatt’s face. “But we’ve