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

Chapter 295

Half an hour later, Mirabella arrived at the address Wyatt had sent her. She had barely stepped out of the taxi when Wyatt, who had been waiting by the entrance of the residential complex, spotted her.

Striding towards her, he saw the taxi speed away, and noticing that she was alone, a wave of disappointment washed over him. However, he quickly mustered a forced smile and said, “Ms Mirabella, has the person who crafts the incense… not arrived yet?”

Mirabella glanced at Wyatt. “No, they haven’t.”

Wyatt took this to mean the person might be running late. He nodded and said, “Oh… well then, let’s go inside. I’ll come back out when they get here.”

With a soft hum of agreement, Mirabella didn’t offer further explanation.

Wyatt’s car was parked on the curb. He courteously opened the door for Mirabella, waited for her to get in, and then closed it behind her before taking his place in the driver’s seat. Soon after, with a swipe of a card, the gates to the complex opened, and Wyatt drove through.

out of the car and cast a brief, indifferent glance at the

stood in a tense atmosphere. Mirabella’s gaze swept the room, pausing slightly upon seeing

lips devoid of any color. Noticing Mirabella’s entrance, he was visibly

caused a tumult in his chest, leading to at violent cough.

voice as cool

Her presence drew the looks of several people in

sound of “Mirabella,” Curtis instantly remembered Wyatt’s reference to Ms. Mirabella and made the connection. His eyebrows knitted together as

Wyatt with a heavy tone. “Didn’t you say you were picking up a miracle healer?” What use was bringing an ordinary person who knew

was indirectly caused by Mirabella inviting

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Curtis‘ prejudice against Mirabella, and chose to ignore his icy demeanor, replying in a muffled voice, “Ms.