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

Chapter 50

James watched Mirabella’s retreating figure, a proud little spitfire if he ever saw one. It took a moment before a chuckle escaped him, and he shook his head in bemusement.

Piloting the car up front, Wyatt glanced in the rearview mirror at his boss, who seemed totally unfazed by the apparent snub. He questioned himself yet again. Was this really James? It felt like a switcheroo.

“Drive,” James said, his tone languid and ice–cold, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor.

Wyatt was stunned. No, his boss was still the same.

As Wyatt revved the engine, he couldn’t help but sneak a peek at the old wooden box in James‘ grasp, his curiosity piqued. “That box looks ancient. What’s in it?”

James lowered his gaze to the box, which seemed to be crafted from mahogany with ornate carvings that suggested its age. The comers were worn smooth, and the color deepened, which indeed made it look quite vintage, like a relic from another time. A particular symbol etched on the box seemed vaguely familiar to James as if he had seen it somewhere before.

He pondered for a moment and toyed with the latch but ultimately didn’t open the box. Instead, he placed it beside him and turned to look out the window before saying offhandedly. “Curiosity killed the cat, you know.”

be

half an hour later, they pulled

can take it up for you.” Wyatt offered as he

wooden box. “No, I’ll go.

but nodded. “Be careful.”

eyebrow. “You worry too much.”

With

exited the car, leaving Wyatt to

up. James soon rang Catherine’s

as Catherine recognized who stood outside, she hurriedly unlocked the security door. “James, dear,

greeted her with a cordial smile. “Hello, Granny. How are you?”

finding him a clean pair of slippers