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.

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

gaze with calm indifference, his eyes cool and detached, betraying no emotion, “So, this is why you staged that accident and showed up at the Davis place?” He decided to spare

diverted his gaze with a mumble, “Can’t I be anxious about you finding

massaged his temples, opting

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indifferent… Sigh, when will I ever see

granddaughter–in–law?” Donald lamented.

him and said softly, “Perhaps in

“You little

after, the men James had dispatched to search for Donald – Wyatt and Curtis

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too concerned about facing Donald, Curtis, however, as the mastermind behind the coffee beans heist, felt quite uneasy. But much to his relief, aside from Donald’s piercing looks, no fire came his way.

and he ventured, “Mr. Donald, where have

from the neighboring Davis residence, Curtis was genuinely baffled by his repeated yet unsuccessful attempts