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

Chapter 409

Mirabella felt the pressure on her shoulder diminish, and she seemed to finally snap back to reality. Turning to look at him, it took her a moment before she rasped, “Thanks, I’m fine.”

“Be careful. A fall from here isn’t just a simple injury,” James warned, glancing down before adding with a half–joke, “You don’t look like you’ve got much muscle on you. Need me to play the knight and carry you down?”

James‘ words resonated clearly through the phone, which was still clutched tightly in Mirabella’s hand.

The old man, mid–bite into his apple, perked up at the conversation, a sudden excitement flashing across his face.

A wry smile twitched at the corners of Mirabella’s mouth as she shrugged off the hand from her shoulder and headed down the stairs. “I’m alright.”

Once downstairs, Mirabella remembered the call was still connected and, with a tone thick with impatience, she held the phone to her ear. “Cut the act. You tick me off, and I won’t spare even the elderly.”

James, walking alongside, overheard and cast a discreet glance at Mirabella. “The kid’s got a short fuse today,” James thought.

If you don’t, I’ll just show up at your doorstep. And hey, I haven’t had dinner yet, so sort yourself out,” the old man on the other end of the line said nonchalantly before

she seen such a brazen

and casually inquired,

I’m heading home, and there’s no need to

villa’s exit, her tall, slender silhouette seemingly radiating a barely–there aura

without a trace of expression. Sensing that same menacing vibe,

James replied softly, “Seems like

up, “Should I look into it?” Mirabella had become

and simply said, “No need,” before turning to walk into the

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that suggested he had all the

ready

legs casually crossed, embodying relazed grace. After a moment, The