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

Chapter 476

Mirabella eyed Vincent with a mix of amusement and Impatience as he hemmed and hawed before her, a far cry from the unflappable, straight–shooting guy she was used to. “Spit it out, Vince,” she urged, cutting through the awkward silence.

Vincent leaned back against the corridor’s railing, drawing out another minute of silence before he got to the point. “My grandpa… he wants to take you on as an apprentice.”

A twitch tugged at the comer of Mirabella’s mouth. That stubborn old Donald hadn’t given up on the idea?

Clearing his throat, Vincent, now sounding almost sheepish, which was rare for him, added, “You don’t have to feel pressured. Just… give it some thought, okay?”

Mirabella was silent for a moment before replying, “I got it. I’ll have a chat with your grandpa and set things straight.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later tonight,” Vincent said, and with one last lingering glance at her, he was gone.

Mirabella headed back to class, barely settling into her seat when her phone buzzed from within her pocket. Pulling it out, she saw it was a message from Adler on Messenger.

last night? If not, I

lunch break at Parkside High School, and it was only now,

then copied and pasted his previous message, [Boss, any insights? How can we make this data seem a bit more ‘up to snuff?], and hit send

Mirabella texted back.

[Seriously, I could use your

on her desk, her eyes half–closed as she pondered, then straightened up

that had been his world for nearly fifteen hours straight, a heavy look in his eyes. He quickly typed back. [Not yet…] Though they were close, he didn’t

through her desk drawer, pulling out a piece of paper with a simplistic list of steps scribbled on it–her

sent

zoomed in,

the time to reply before darting off to the break

transformed from shock to elation

printer humming to life, he printed the photo and then settled into a chair with