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

Chapter 426

Donald raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued as he inquired, “What’s that incense you’ve got there? Sandalwood or Agarwood?”

“Sandalwood,” Mirabella replied without looking up, setting the incense burner on the low coffee table and flicking her lighter to life, igniting the incense.

As the incense began to burn, a subtle fragrance soon filled the room. On closer whiff, the aromatic afternotes hinted at medicinal herbs, inexplicably comforting to the senses.

Donald was no stranger to the ritual of burning incense, being a connoisseur of top–shelf aromatics himself. Thus, the scent wafting from Mirabella’s incense took him by surprise. “This incense… seems to have a blend of herbs, doesn’t it?” After pausing for a couple of seconds and taking another sniff, his astonishment was evident. “This is some quality stuff you’ve got here.”

With a quirk of her eyebrow, Mirabella cast a glance at Donald sprawled on the bed. “Not too shabby in the recognition department, eh? And here you were, playing the country bumpkin. Hmm?”

Donald quietly sipped his broth again before probing, “Where did you get this incense? It’s the most comforting scent I’ve smelled in years.”

it online, nine bucks, free shipping. Interested?” Mirabella tossed off the comment casually.

his tone less than amused. “Who

hat isn’t worth much,” Mirabella retorted with a

“Believe it or not. My real identity might just knock your socks

away the dishes, Mirabella added, “Consider yourself lucky, Donald, that I even bothered to

luxury, but after her mother’s mysterious advice to ‘take good care of him,‘ she grudgingly complied. Judging from Donald’s praise of her incense, she could deduce he wasn’t your average Joe. As for his real identity,

her words. Wherever he went, he was accustomed to adulation. Only in the presence of this young girl did his dignity seem to be slipping. away! He resolved to find the perfect moment to turn

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people should not be underestimated!

simply gave him a look. Ninety–nine bucks for her incense? Moments ago, she thought he had a discerning taste, but now… well, he was just

just get some sleep,” she advised. With that, Mirabella exited with the bowl in hand, deliberately closing the door with a bit more force than