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

Chapter 437

Autumn stood frozen in place, her mind racing as she tried to recall where she had seen that face before. Then it clicked.

The variety show livestream–yes, the one called “Country Comfort.”

Whipping out her phone, Autumn quickly launched the video app and scrolled until she found the clip of Mirabella, face half–hidden behind a mask. No wonder she looked familiar–it was Juztin’s sister!

Autumn blinked in disbelief, a bit flustered at her own oversight. How on earth did she not recognize Mirabella the moment she laid eyes on her?

Stomping her foot in frustration, Autumn berated herself. Why, oh why, did she have to rant about that sleazy playboy with Juztin’s sister? Couldn’t they have talked about literally anything else?

That darn playboy had ruined her quality time with Juztin’s sister.

As Autumn caught sight of Zach approaching, she huffed with annoyance and spun on her heel to leave.

Zach, stopping in his tracks, was puzzled.

she emerged, her phone buzzed from within

return to the speed dating event but headed straight for the park exit. Before leaving, she deliberately lifted her gaze to the spot where she had been sitting earlier. There was no sign of James,

was waiting at the park’s entrance. As Mirabella approached, she noticed his sour expression. Pulling down her mask, she asked with suspicion, “Zach, what’s up with you?” He looked perfectly cheerful chatting up that beauty earlier. Zach glanced at his sister, wondering how

a deep breath, Zach forced a smile.

anyone interesting?” Mirabella asked

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felt a vein throb at his temple. “No.” He checked his watch and started walking towards the parking

an eyebrow and

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up outside an upscale downtown restaurant. Mirabella stepped out, waiting for Zach to park. Turning to him, she said in a low voice, “Zach, I forgot my wallet

“…I’ve got it covered.” Well, their

posture, Mirabella led the way inside. Upon entering the grand foyer, with its luxurious and costly decor, she couldn’t help but marvel inwardly at the perks of wealth: living in the finest homes, dining on the finest food–nothing that

he caught sight of Mirabella. His voice unintentionally hitched, “Welcome… to our