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

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Chapter 401

was carrying a paper bag, his grip firm yet casual. As he caught sight of his sister, he quickly stashed it Wind his back, cutting off her line of sight. “Ah, I’m not heading out, just thinking of taking a stroll around

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Mirabella’s delicate features were etched with suspicion. She glanced at the hand he had concealed and

Ild, “Oh, well, enjoy your walk then.” With that, she stepped aside, clearing the path with a considerate and sweet demeanor.

Zach stood rooted to the spot, torn between going and staying since he never intended to take a walk in the first place.

Mirabella raised an eyebrow. “Zach?”

“I suddenly don’t feel like walking anymore,” he blurted out, pivoting back toward the house.

in the living room, Shawn, noticing Zach’s swift return, set his tea cup aside and asked with a tinge of curiosity. “Weren’t

figure. Her eyes narrowed, landing on the paper bag in his hand. Was he not

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flicker of guilt and, without turning

it was getting late, but you wouldn’t listen.” Shawn shook his head in mild reproof. Zach was speechless. Great, his

frailty her gender might suggest. She lazily slung

touch, Zach nearly jerked away on reflex. Turning to face Mirabella, whose expression seemed harmless enough, he

and awkward. Who would’ve thought he’d be intimidated by his sister, who was always so well–behaved and adorable? It was a story

affectionate exchange. She placed the fruit on the coffee table and remarked to her husband, “Zach

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back on the tray. He looked at his daughter with a gentle

Mirabella obediently nodded, withdrawing her arm from

poured the coffee for himself, Mira