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

Chapter 446

Over at the house, Mirabella walked in to find Donald and Shawn deep in a game of chess in the living room. “Hey there,” she greeted politely as she approached them.

Donald paused, a chess piece in hand, and glanced up at Mirabella. “Do you play?” he

asked.

Leaning casually against the armrest of the sofa, Mirabella replied in a nonchalant tone, “Nope.”

“Oh,” Donald muttered, his interest waning. He returned his focus to the game, his gaze intense as if nothing else mattered.

Mirabella shot Donald a sidelong glance. The man was quite the actor, pretending to be so engrossed in the game.

At that moment, Shawn looked up at his daughter. Then, turning towards the doorway, he asked, “Honey, where’s Zach? You’re all by yourself.”

“Zach’s got to work late these next few days, so he won’t be staying over,” Mirabella answered, her voice steady. In her mind, though, she figured Zach was just dodging another matchmaking setup at home, using this lame excuse to stay away.

Shawn’s face softened at her response, despite a flicker of suspicion that Zach’s sudden overtime was a bit odd. He didn’t dwell on it, though. One less thorn in his side at home was a pleasant thought.

of freeloading. We aren’t exactly rolling in

to lunch with Zach at the restaurant earlier,

all the priceless antiques around the house, calling themselves anything short of wealthy was

of text messages. He pulled it from his coat

at the Davis family.]

back on your own, or do I need to send someone

to turn

a smile, bringing Donald back from his

gaze fell back on the chessboard. After a brief

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know what, Shawn, I think I’ll call it

up in surprise. “Your grandson’s wrapped up with his

Donald nodded.

around, a hint of curiosity in

card.