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 caught wind

one last look over the crowd. But as his eyes. drifted away, they inadvertently fell upon

silhouette… wasn’t that

hold up a sec,” Wyatt called out

back but stopped at Wyatt’s call, turning to follow his gaze. His expression

asked, pointing

to himself, “That’s definitely her… But what in the world

eyes narrowed, his gaze inscrutable

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

of the two men

exclaimed, using his name directly,