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..

Zach waiting under the streetlight. Pressing her fingers

eyes slightly before turning to Mirabella. “Is he waiting

whispered, “My

no surprise. He pondered for a moment before stepping beside Mirabella as

drew near, Mirabella called out with a hint of

his gaze quickly shifting to

air of aristocracy. Zach’s eyes narrowed

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

nodded at Zach, choosing to ignore the hostility. “Hello there.”

in his early twenties? Could

a suspicious glance at his sister and seeing no sign of deceit, Zach

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

didn’t press further, simply nodding

watched their departing figures with a thoughtful gaze, then turned and re–entered