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

Chapter 474

Mirabella stuffed her hands into her sweater pockets, occasionally glancing down at the pavement as she walked, her silhouette exuding an air of casual relaxation that seemed at odds with her somber mood.

She had slowed her pace from earlier, and after a bit, that unsettling sensation of being followed had vanished. It was an odd occurrence that didn’t sit well with her.

A rare severity shone in Mirabella’s eyes.

Her phone buzzed again in her pocket. It was Shawn checking in to see why it was taking her so long to come back home. Her response was brief, assuring him she’d return shortly before hanging up.

She looped around the neighborhood a few more times, and when nothing else out of the ordinary presented itself, Mirabella leisurely strolled back home.

Upon entering the house, she exchanged a few words with Shawn, who was lounging on the couch engrossed in a TV show. Remembering the earlier incident, she asked nonchalantly, “Dad, you haven’t run into any odd characters lately, have you?”

Shawn glanced at his daughter and offered her a freshly peeled orange. His brow furrowed in confusion. “Odd characters? No, why do you ask all of a sudden?” Could it be that Mirabella had spotted Grady’s people again?

peeled a segment, speaking with a slight muffle, “I heard there had been some

paused, “Really? That’s happening?”

out to get some documents printed,”

I’ll keep that in mind,” Shawn replied, his face betraying no hint of concern. Instead, he seemed relieved. As long as

the thought, she finished her orange and said, “Dad, I’m going to a dinner at my friend’s house tomorrow night, so you don’t need to pick me up in

asked, “Is it the friend who gave you that painting

narrowed slightly, and she hummed in

then, but try to come home early,” Shawn said, standing up suddenly. “Wait here, I’ll get something for you to bring. Can’t go to dinner empty–handed…”

antique inkstone Shawn had insisted she

the whole gift–giving thing. It’s

turned back to her, pondering for a moment before agreeing,

next time.”

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