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

Chapter 432

pursed his lips, a thin smile barely visible as he pulled a sleek, black face mask pen his pocket and slipped it on with a casual, “No need,”

Wyatt, seeing this, decided not to press the issue. The two men, one after the other, continued their stroll along the park’s winding pathways.

Before long, they came upon a boisterous gathering of men and women, a banner flapping gently in the breeze beside them. Emblazoned across it in bold letters was “Singles Mixer.”

From a distance, Wyatt surveyed the crowd. “Looks like a bunch of young singles. I doubt Donald would be among them.”

With most of his face obscured by the mask and his imposing presence slightly reined in, James wasn’t drawing much attention. He glanced over the scene briefly before drawing his gaze away. “Let’s go.”

He turned on his heel, heading back the way they had come.

by now, but to send his grandson to a mixer like this… What on earth was going through Donald’s mind? If

crowd. But as his eyes. drifted away, they inadvertently fell upon a solitary figure seated on a public bench.

silhouette… wasn’t that

sec,” Wyatt called

back but stopped at Wyatt’s call,

pointing

seconds, Wyatt continued, almost to himself, “That’s definitely her… But what in the world is she doing here? Cough, she couldn’t possibly be here for

finished his thought, James‘ eyes narrowed, his gaze inscrutable behind the

back of the bench, had been engrossed in her phone, ignoring the several men who had approached her, mistaking her for a participant in the mixer. It wasn’t until someone blocked the sunlight that she pinched the bridge of her nose and looked up. She was about to clarify her non–participation, only to be startled

the identities of the

using his name directly,