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.

could guess Donald’s intentions by now, but to send his grandson to a mixer like this… What on earth was going through Donald’s mind? If the other prominent families in Riverdale

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

wasn’t that Ms.

Wyatt

had already taken a few steps back but stopped at Wyatt’s call, turning to follow his gaze. His expression showed a hint

pointing to ensure his

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

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

bench, had been engrossed in her phone, ignoring the several men who had approached her, mistaking her for a participant in the mixer.

the identities of the two men

using his name