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

Chapter 516

Mirabella had barely stepped beyond the manicured hedges of her family’s estate when her cellphone, tucked into the pocket of her

it was Shawn. denim jacket, began to buzz. She fished it out and glanced at the caller ID

She tapped the green icon and the sound of rustling leaves accompanied her father’s voice, “Kiddo, I thought you were home. Where’d you scurry off to?”

Mirabella paused mid–stride, and her brows knitted together in mild confusion. “How did you know I left?”

There was a moment’s hesitation from Shawn before he replied, trying to sound nonchalant, “I just caught a glimpse of you from the balcony.”

Something about his answer didn’t sit right with her, but she decided not to dwell on it. “I’m heading to the library to bury myself in some books,” she said.

who was currently in their midst. “Well, be safe out there,

nose, which was a habit when she felt slightly awkward, and responded with an obedient, “Will

hailed a cab and gave the driver the address of the

spent the afternoon surrounded by the comforting scent of old books. In her downtime, she snapped photos of several titles on

remembering their dinner conversation the night before

Vincent’s cup of tea. He had only learned about them because of his family’s Hammond heritage. Still, seeing Mirabella’s recommended reading, he silently thanked her and

After all, if one was to be a renaissance man, why not broaden his horizons with a few more skills? With this newfound perspective, the idea of cooking suddenly seemed less of a chore to Vincent. In fact, he felt an urge to

with his smartphone in hand and nudged him. “Hey, you know this

at the screen with mild disinterest and then looked away. “Nope, never seen

figured you wouldn’t,” his deskmate muttered, pocketing his phone.

nod in agreement when something clicked. He turned sharply back to his