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

Chapter 390

Mirabella descended the stairs. She finished her chicken soup and readied herself to head home.

Tl walk you, James offered, standing up.

Just as Mirabella was about to decline, Wyatt interjected, “Boss, you should still be recovering Let me escort Ms. Mirabella instead.”

James merely cast a casual glance at Wyatt. Was this what they called being attentive?

Feeling an inexplicable dangerous chill, Wyatt shivered.

Without a word, James slowly made his way to the front door, his upright posture belying any sign of weakness. Wyatt stroked his chint, conceding he may have misspoken.

Mirabella, casting a glance at James‘ retreating figure, said nothing more and proceeded outside.

She had told her brother, Zach, she’d be back soon, and now, nearly two hours later, she could only imagine the nagging that awaited her..

they were greeted by the sight of Zach waiting under the streetlight. Pressing her fingers

from a distance, narrowed his eyes slightly before turning to Mirabella.

whispered, “My

moment before stepping beside Mirabella as they approached

out with a hint of exasperation,

response, his gaze quickly shifting to

aristocracy. Zach’s eyes narrowed with an instinctive sharpness. “Mira, who’s

used to be my tutor,” Mirabella replied smoothly, without

he politely nodded

having heard about this tutor, was taken aback. A tutor in his early twenties? Could that be

his sister and seeing no sign

Mirabella covered her face in silent embarrassment, coughed, and then turned to her brother. “Alright, Zach, it’s getting late; we should head home.”

was late. However, he didn’t press further,

with a thoughtful gaze, then