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..

James stepped outside the mansion, they were greeted by the sight of Zach waiting under the streetlight. Pressing her fingers

eyes slightly before turning

whispered, “My brother, Zach.”

a moment before stepping beside Mirabella as they

Mirabella called out with a hint of exasperation,

his gaze quickly

air of aristocracy. Zach’s eyes narrowed with an

my tutor,” Mirabella replied smoothly, without batting

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

in his early twenties? Could that be right? Something didn’t quite add

and seeing no sign of deceit,

then turned to her brother.

she remembered it was late. However, he didn’t press

departing figures with a thoughtful gaze, then