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.”

I thought there was some connection, hence the

recalled James‘ message on Messenger. With an airy

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

towards

exuded an air of composure, now seemed slightly flustered. Clearing his throat, he deftly changed the subject. “Mirabella, what are you in the mood for

seat, resting her hands behind her head. “Anything lavish will

her laid–back demeanor, James joked, “You’re not afraid I might trade you for

already half–closed, Mirabella’s response came with a touch of arrogance, “Only if you think

Mirabella seemed to doze off, James let the silence

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to wake Mirabella but found her eyes open, devoid

the car door open

into the restaurant. The exterior