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

Chapter 400

James cleared his throat with a hint of formality. “Alright.”

should be heading out, Mirabella said, giving a casual wave as she stood up.

James rose to his feet, his movements measured and calm. “Let me walk you out.”

No need, Mirabella replied with a shake of her head, already sidestepping him to make her exit.

Her slippers betrayed her, catching on the rug and causing her to stagger. Before she could regain her. balance, a firm grip encircled her arm, steadying her. “Watch your step,” came a deep voice from above.

Lifting her gaze, Mirabella locked eyes with James‘ penetrating stare. She paused momentarily, then straightened up. “Thanks.”

James let go, the very picture of a gentleman. “No problem at all.”

“Off I go,” she declared, this time with noticeably more care. A few steps later, she ran into Curtis, who emerged clutching his laptop. He offered her a polite nod in greeting.

a glimpse of his laptop screen made her hesitate. She turned back to look at his

her scrutiny, looked up with

his screen.

smile. Not everyone was a

her gaze, her expression neutral, and continued toward the

had gone, Curtis, with a laptop in his arms, joined James in the living room.

him. “Still trying

screen, grunted in affirmation. “Whoever this

idly on his knee. “If it were easy

looked down, stung by the truth in James‘ words, too embarrassed to admit that after weeks of trying, he was still clueless.

to his phone, suddenly chimed in.

dropped his laptop, his cheeks twitching. “Who did you say

“I hope

I request a transfer to Antarctica. Effective immediately.”

lips twisted. “That’s harsh.”