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

Chapter 398

Mirabella had just finished her dinner, a classic meatloaf with a side of creamy mashed potatoes, and was about to head upstairs to tackle the stack of homework her teacher had assigned. But a buzz from her phone stopped her in her tracks – a text from Wyatt. After a moment’s thought, she didn’t head upstairs but Instead walked over to her dad, who was lounging in the living room with a freshly brewed cup of coffee. “Dad, I’m stepping out for a bit to walk off dinner,” she said.

Her father, Shawn, looked up in mild surprise. His daughter usually retreated to her room after meals, so this sudden desire for a post–dinner stroll was out of character.

He glanced regretfully at his steaming cup, thinking he could’ve joined her for a walk around the neighborhood if he hadn’t made coffee.

“Sure, sweetie, just be safe,” Shawn said with a casual wave.

“Will do,” Mirabella replied before heading out the door.

As she reached the neighboring villa’s gate, Wyatt was already waiting, eagerly swinging the gate open for her. They walked into the villa, one after the other.

“Hey, kiddo, have you had dinner?” James called out from the dining room as he spotted Mirabella. He raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

The dining room was brightly lit, casting a glow on his strikingly handsome face, which appeared even more refined and aristocratic under the soft light.

but admire him for a moment before answering, “Yeah, I’ve

the chef’s new recipe,” James said, glancing at

look and said rather bluntly. “Then it doesn’t seem like you were really sincere

I sincerely invite you

that work?”

towards the living

couch with easy grace. Shaking his head with

phone and opened a game, ready to dive into a team battle, but a notification from Messenger popped up. She tapped it open.

you gave him totally fixed him up?]

the words his brother had mentioned during their last call. So he decided to get straight to the

a couple of seconds before slowly typing back. [Leo wasn’t that sick to begin with. He just had a

when I examined him before. How could he have been

typed another message. [Was

detect, it wouldn’t be known as a high–grade poison. Mirabella, of course, wasn’t going to spill the beans and simply replied. [Not really, maybe Leo