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.”

remained silent. Could Mirabella be someone with

an hour later, they pulled up to Catherine’s apartment

up for you.” Wyatt offered as

wooden box. “No, I’ll

but nodded. “Be careful.”

“You

With

exited the car, leaving Wyatt to rub his nose. Old habits die

the elevator up. James soon rang Catherine’s

minutes later, the inner door swung open, and as Catherine recognized who stood outside, she hurriedly unlocked the security door. “James, dear, you’ve come!”

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

him a clean pair of slippers from the shoe