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

Chapter 448

Mirabella sent off her visitor with a flourish of delight that made Donald question, for the umpteenth time, if he had unwittingly stumbled upon an academy award–winning actress in disguise.

After returning to the villa with James, Donald still couldn’t wrap his head around the

events.

“Spill it. What have you been up to these past two days, and what’s this about a hospital?” James asked, his tone even–keeled as his long fingers deftly rolled up his sleeves.

Donald sat silently on the couch, his gaze drifting. “I haven’t done anything.” He made no mention of his little scam fiasco.

A half–smirk flickered across James‘ face as he glanced over. Donald cleared his throat, resting his hands on his cane, and with a huff, demanded, “So, where’s my coffee beans?” James had anticipated the tea debacle coming to light, so he owned up with a casual admission, “Gave it away.”

Donald felt a pang of betrayal. “You ungrateful brat!”

With an unflinching face, James nodded, “Yes, you’ve praised me with those words before.” He had to live up to the label, after all.

Donald glared at him. James‘ ability to be shamelessly insufferable was somehow reaching new heights.

and letting go of the coffee beans incident, Donald shifted gears, “So, tell

emotion, “So, this is why you staged that accident and showed up at the Davis place?” He decided to spare Donald the

I be anxious

temples, opting to

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at you, all stoic and indifferent… Sigh, when will I ever see a

granddaughter–in–law?” Donald lamented.

and said softly, “Perhaps in your dreams.”

“You little brat!”

men James had dispatched to search for Donald – Wyatt and

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ambled back to

as the mastermind behind the coffee beans heist, felt quite uneasy. But much to his relief, aside from Donald’s piercing

Curtis‘ curiosity piqued, and he ventured, “Mr. Donald,

Davis residence, Curtis was genuinely baffled by his repeated yet unsuccessful attempts to