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 someone with extraordinary

an hour later, they pulled

as he killed

glanced at the wooden box. “No, I’ll go. Wait for me here.”

surprised but nodded.

eyebrow. “You worry too much.”

With

Wyatt to rub his nose. Old habits die hard,

up. James soon

minutes later, the inner door swung open, and as Catherine recognized who stood outside, she hurriedly

her with a cordial smile. “Hello, Granny. How

urged, finding him a clean pair of slippers from the