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

Chapter 145

Oblivious to Wyatt’s expression, Mirabella didn’t stand on ceremony with James, gratefully accepting the gift with a simple, “Thanks a bunch.” She remembered her dear father was quite a fan of coffee. This would surely make his day.

Before long, Mirabella had left the private room.

After she was gone, Wyatt finally spoke up. “James, what’s so special about this girl? She seems like your average high school student to me.”

James‘ gaze was distant, as if his thoughts were far in another world. He glanced at Wyatt before settling back into his chair, his voice casual, “A year ago, she saved my life.”

Wyatt’s eyes widened with surprise. This was news to him. James had never mentioned it before. Curiosity tinged Wyatt’s voice. “How did a kid like her manage to save you?”

James took a sip from his cup, his handsome face taking on a pensive look. After a moment, he said. “That’s something I’m still trying to figure out myself.”

was taken

long wooden box from the paper bag, its craftsmanship rough and simple, a stark contrast to the elegant box he had once given to Catherine. Staring

ask more, but seeing his boss‘ odd expression, he turned his attention to the wooden box in James‘ hands instead. He

Wyatt muttered under his breath. That box of coffee beansfrom James could probably fetch a

covered his face, then coughed and said, “Ms. Mirabella sure meant well, but maybe you should

dreaded to imagine the

thought that counts. Wouldn’t it be inappropriate to just hand it off to you?” With that, James lowered his gaze and fiddled

touched his nose, mumbling. “What’s inappropriate about it? Besides, with the way you are now, you’re hardly the type to use low–grade incense. It’d be

opened the box, a rich aroma of sandalwood enveloped the room. There was also a subtle medicinal scent that

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