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.

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

away, they inadvertently fell upon a solitary figure seated on a public bench. He paused, a flicker

that

sec,” Wyatt called out to his

but stopped at Wyatt’s call, turning to follow his gaze. His expression showed a hint of

isn’t that Ms. Mirabella?” Wyatt asked, pointing to ensure his point

what in the world is she doing here? Cough, she couldn’t possibly be here for the mixer, could she?”

narrowed, his gaze inscrutable behind the

her for a participant in the mixer. It

the identities of the two men before her.

using his name directly,