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

Chapter 167

The middle–aged man carried the pastries back to the kitchen, casually relaying Mirabella’s critique to Knox, who was bustling around the stove. Knox’s head snapped up, his expression stern “So even a non–professional can taste flaws in the pastry. You should really reflect on this and ensure you don’t embarrass us again.” With that, Knox returned his focus to the ingredients before him.

The man wiped the sweat from his brow, muttering to himself, “Understood.” He had merely intended to point out that the young lady seemed quite discerning, but instead, he had received a scolding.

Back in the private dining room.

Mirabella had taken out a test from her bag and started working on it homework assigned by her math teacher earlier that day. James sat beside her, sipping his coffee in silence,

careful not to disturb her concentration.

Wyatt stood behind Mirabella, his gaze occasionally drifting to her paper. He couldn’t make heads or tails of the math problems, but watching her swiftly and effortlessly complete one after another reminded him of his high school days when he’d breeze through exams with wild guesses.

his chin, thinking how some things never change, no matter the era – the same

behold. Even when filling out random answers, she maintained a meticulous script

mind.

aside. The middle–aged man who had greeted them before now entered with a tray in hand, and a faint, herbal aroma began to fill the room.

seemed familiar… wasn’t it crab

creation, the ‘Elixir

stood, took the bowl in front of Mirabella; and ladled some bisque

try.”

a sense of surreal pleasure. If others saw. this, their jaws

of the bisque and tasted it. Her eyes

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