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

Chapter 413

Back at school, classes had yet to begin. It was still the lunch break study period.

Jenna glanced up in surprise as Mirabella breezed back into the room far earlier than expected. “Back so soon? Did you get everything sorted out with that old man?”

Mirabella pulled a book from beneath her desk, flipping it open as she replied, “Not exactly. He’s already been discharged from the hospital.”

“Ah… so you went there for nothing?” Jenna touched the tip of her nose, a gesture of mild awkwardness.

“Yep,” Mirabella confirmed, with a nonchalant nod.

Suddenly remembering something, Mirabella turned to Jenna. “Can I use your phone to make a call?”

“Sure.” Jenna fished out her smartphone, unlocked it, and handed it over to Mirabella.

With the phone in hand, Mirabella stepped out through the classroom’s back door. Once out in the corridor, she tapped the screen, pulling up the dial pad to punch in a number. It was the same number that the old man had called from the previous night while she was at James‘ place.

The phone rang for ages with no answer.

hanging up, Mirabella waited a couple of minutes before trying again. This time, the call connected.

“Hello… Who’s this?”

I heard you’re threatening to make a

The line

words, and then she heard the tell–tale beep of the call being disconnected. Mirabella stared at the phone screen, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. With a swift tap, she redialed. But the phone barely rang once before the call was again abruptly cut off. Clearly,

off. That old man had inexplicably targeted her and was up

turned and walked back into the classroom, returning Jenna’s phone.,

mood seemed even more somber than before,

shook

attention back on the textbook. After all, it was studying that grounded

Delilah who came to pick her up

you the one picking me up today?” Mirabella asked as she approached the

door for his sister. “Mom and Dad were tied up, and I happened to be passing by, so here I am,” he said, raising an eyebrow playfully. “Why? Not happy to see your big

all,” Mirabella replied, sliding

car, hopped into the driver’s seat, and started the engine,