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

Chapter 165

James leaned casually against the door of his sleek black car. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal his wrists. His eyes, with a playful glint, rested on Mirabella. His lips curved into a half–smile as he spoke teasingly, “Because your incense works wonders.”

Mirabella arched an eyebrow. Her face lit up with a blend of brilliance and brazen pride. “Of course it does.”

Just then, Wyatt, who had been fiddling with the GPS, chimed in without missing a beat. “Ms. Mirabella, you’re acquainted with that boutique owner, aren’t you? I placed an order the other day, and the chap threw in a buy–one–get–one–free deal for me.”

Caught off–guard, Mirabella turned to Wyatt, her voice laced with curiosity, “Which boutique

owner?”

James facepalmed.

As Wyatt started the engine, he elaborated, “The one from that perfume shop you recommended to James.”

After a brief moment of puzzlement, Mirabella’s face lit up with realization. “We don’t know

each other.”

there was some connection, hence

message on Messenger. With an airy tone, she

head, Wyatt confessed, “About two hundred boxes or so. He practically emptied his stock for

towards

Clearing his throat, he deftly changed

resting her hands behind her head.

afraid I might trade you

eyes already half–closed, Mirabella’s response came with a

specific location. As Mirabella seemed to doze off, James let the silence settle in

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turned to wake

Mirabella pushed the car

entrance, flanked by a country–style brook and bridge décor, exuded a relaxed and refined charm. Mirabella followed James into the restaurant. The exterior had seemed modest, but inside, it opened up into