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.”

Could Mirabella be someone with

pulled up to

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

box. “No, I’ll go. Wait for

looked surprised but nodded.

an eyebrow. “You worry

With

to rub his nose. Old habits

elevator up. James soon

the inner door swung open, and 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?”

come in,” she urged, finding him a clean pair of slippers from the shoe