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

Chapter 262

When Mirabella got back to the hotel, it was already half–past nine, and Anthony had called her twice during the drive.

The first call was to share the thrilling news that she’d aced the preliminaries and had secured a spot in the final round.

The second was a gentle reminder for her to stay safe: not to linger outside too late and to head back to the hotel early to rest up and be on top form for tomorrow’s showdown.

Mirabella reassured him time and again that she was fine, and it was only after her repeated. assurances that Anthony finally stopped calling.

After returning to her room, Mirabella picked out some fresh clothes and took a quick, refreshing shower. Once she was done, she collapsed onto the bed. Her eyes fixated on the ceiling, and the evening’s harrowing near–miss replayed in her mind.

first, it seemed to be barreling straight towards her. but as it drew closer, particularly when James pulled her to safety, she saw the rider swerve slightly. So… if her hunch was right, the real target of the motorcycle might actually have been James, and the rider was someone with some

covers, feeling exhausted yet restless. Even if she had been the intended target, she was confident in her ability to

the other side of town, as Wyatt was heading back from the night market, he

night market. It didn’t take long for him to discover that the footage from

danced across the keyboard. The black interfaces. popped up on the screen, displaying rapidly changing data. Within a minute, the wiped. surveillance data was restored. Zooming in on the footage, Curtis scrutinized

protecting her, Curtis‘ face grew darker. At that moment, his opinion of Mirabella couldn’t have sunk

a screenshot of the motorcyclist and sent it

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men.

the footage, the fact remained that