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.

had dinner yet, so sort yourself out,” the old man on the other end of the line said nonchalantly

seen

and casually

phone. “It’s nothing. I’m

toward the villa’s exit, her tall,

Sensing that same menacing vibe, Curtis approached his boss

his eyes half–closed, James replied softly,

into it?” Mirabella had become their savior, so her concerns were now their own, demanding their attention.

and simply said, “No need,”

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with an ease that

ready to deliver his

moment, The opened his eyes and looked at Curtis. “Where’s my grandfather?”