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

Chapter 352

In the villa, Zach had just finished showering and strolled over to the window with the intention of drawing the curtains closed. However, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a black sedan parked not far from the front door, with its engine off and silent in the night.

He eyed the vehicle with a hint of suspicion before shrugging it off and pulling the curtains shut.

Feeling a bit parched, he left his room and headed downstairs to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

Shawn was still lounging in the living room, engrossed in the late–night show flickering on the TV. Zach sauntered over and flopped down on the couch beside him, asking, “Why aren’t you watching TV in your room? It’s getting late.”

Shawn glanced at Zach, with a hint of concern shadowing his features. “Your sister hasn’t come home yet.”

Zach’s brow furrowed in surprise. “What? Mira’s not back yet?” As far as he was concerned, his sister was a veritable bookworm. Post–dinner, she’d typically vanish into her room to hit the books. Trying to talk her into a shopping spree was like trying to move a mountain.

She was always home before ten – reliably, predictably. A genuine goody two–shoes.

“Yeah, I tried calling her, but no answer. No clue what she’s up to,” Shawn sighed. A father’s worry etched deeper lines into his face. She’d left a note saying she might be late, but silence had followed.

pockets, remembering his phone was upstairs. “I’ll

upstairs and quickly dialed Mirabella’s number, only to be greeted by the endless ring of an unanswered call. Frowning, he pulled back the

parked in front of their house?

himself with it, and leaned against the balcony railing while shooting a few

minutes later, still no reply.

phone, Zach contemplated setting a new house rule with his parents, a curfew that didn’t allow anyone to come home past

swept over the driveway. That was when he saw the car’s headlights flick on. He didn’t want to pry, but then the car door opened, and a familiar figure stepped out,

crap, that was Mirabella!

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his phone, Zach dashed inside. He pounded down the stairs. His face

tense.

watched his son make a second frantic trip up and down the stairs. And his expression was strangely alarming. “Zach, what’s up? Where are you off to in such

fuming, didn’t even pause. “I’ll be

boy stepping out for a moment; this looked like someone ready to start