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

Chapter 369

The steward sighed softly, unable to deter Vincent, and reluctantly followed behind him.

Soon, Vincent walked into the private dining room with a tray in hand. As he approached the doorway, he caught sight of Mirabella and paused, taken aback by her presence. He hadn’t expected to encounter her here.

Mirabella also noticed Vincent and appeared equally surprised.

Vincent stepped closer, setting the soup on the table. “What a coincidence, Mirabella.*

His gaze then drifted to Leo, feeling a sense of familiarity, yet he couldn’t quite place where he had seen him before.

Mirabella raised an eyebrow. She knew that Vincent shared Knox’s last name, so she asked, “You’re Knox’s grandson?”

Vincent was taken aback. “You know my grandfather?”

“We’ve met a couple of times,” Mirabella nodded in confirmation.

The steward, who had followed them in, glanced discreetly at Mirabella. Knox had given her his personal token, and yet she casually mentioned ‘meeting a couple of times‘ as if it was nothing.

Vincent suddenly remembered the familiar figure he had seen at the family estate some time ago and blurted out, “You had dinner with my grandfather recently, right?”

Mirabella acknowledged, though

explained it. Realization crossed Vincent’s face, and he became

scanning Vincent with a cool, detached expression. He then turned to his sister. “Are you

different classes,” Mirabella

eyes slightly. Same grade, different classes, yet this guy seemed quite familiar with his sister? His sister was beautiful.

motives?

Leo’s unfriendly gaze, leaving him

it a try, and feel free to comment on anything that needs improvement.

have pegged you for someone who can cook medicinal cuisine.” After all, he was so young and didn’t seem like someone who

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traditions must continue,” Vincent shrugged

Fair enough.

spoonful of the soup, ready to taste it, when she saw Leo extend

her. She glanced

straighter. “Mira, serve me some, please.”

down her bowl and ladled soup

satisfied, taking a small sip before turning back to Vincent, “Do you want