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

Chapter 473

Mirabella meticulously wiped her computer clean of any traces, then stood up and strolled over to the printer. She neatly folded the documents that had been printed out and slid them into her coat pocket without a second thought.

After settling the bill, she swiftly exited the print shop.

The early winter dusk had settled in sooner than expected. She had left her home under a bright sky, but now, as she stepped out of the print shop, the outside world was considerably darker, and the streetlamps of the neighborhood were casting their glow.

In the hazy light, Mirabella’s figure was swathed in a sleek black trench coat, her slender legs moving with a graceful, leisurely stride along the sidewalk, hands tucked into her pockets, exuding a casual yet striking charm.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and, fishing it out, she saw it was James calling. She answered promptly.

“Busy?” came James‘ crisp voice.

Mirabella glanced ahead to where the neighborhood’s gate was in sight and replied, “Not particularly.”

features softened by gentle warmth. “I just dropped you a message. You didn’t

from her ear to check the screen, and sure enough, there was an unread message from two minutes ago.

a car hom filtered through from the

out and about?” James asked, a hint of surprise in his

around the block,” Mirabella said truthfully, her voice light. After a brief pause, she inquired, “Did you

this, Mirabella’s gaze sharpened slightly. Knox had sent his grandson to deliver an invitation, and now James was extending it personally–she couldn’t very well

a moment of contemplation, she answered, “Alright, I’ll

in her tone, and raising an eyebrow in amusement, he offered, “Don’t worry about a gift. I’ll

pride smarting a little at the implication. Still, she responded with

You’re too kind.”

a pause on the other end of the line, and then James

into the neighborhood, her pace quickened. “Isn’t that a bit out of

down at the garden beneath his