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.”

really? I thought there was some connection, hence the

on Messenger. With an airy tone,

Wyatt confessed, “About two hundred boxes or so. He

her gaze towards James, her

Clearing his throat, he deftly changed

relaxed smile, Mirabella leaned back in her seat, resting her

demeanor, James joked, “You’re not afraid I might trade

half–closed, Mirabella’s response came with a touch

Mirabella seemed to doze off, James let the silence settle in the car, and even Wyatt instinctively turned off the

Chapter 165

thirty minutes later, they pulled up in front of a quaint restaurant nestled in a serene spot. James turned to wake Mirabella but found

the car door

and refined charm. Mirabella followed James into the restaurant.