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

Chapter 520

Wyatt steered his car back to the neighboring villa, the purr of the engine falling silent as he parked. He stepped out, trailing beside James. “The guy tailing our car today had some skills. I’m just not sure whose crew sent him.”

James entered the foyer casually slipping off his shoes to replace them with a pair he fetched from the closet. ‘With the underworld here reshuffling, it’s natural that the other families want a piece of the pie,” he mused.

Wyatt frowned, pondering for a moment before suggesting. “Maybe you should skip the Bishop family’s wake in a couple of days. Curtis and I can handle it.”

The Bishops had vast clout in Ashford’s underbelly and were a key player in the international syndicate scene. Now, the patriarch had suddenly passed, and there wasn’t a single person among the next generation cut out for leadership.

Naturally, the Bishops had long been in the crosshairs of various factions, and now they faced a crisis. It was not just about the Bishops themselves; anyone eyeing their empire was a potential target for elimination.

James glanced over at Wyatt, his tone light as a feather. “No need.” With that, he strode into the main hall.

Wyatt followed, hesitant. “But…”

He was about to add something when he caught sight of Donald sitting in the dining room. His words caught in his throat, quickly replaced by a respectful, “Mr. Donald.”

conversation, but noting their serious expressions, he inquired, “What’s the

nothing,” Wyatt deflected, eyes briefly meeting

seat, pulling out a chair. He glanced at Donald and said, “Let’s

not going to start about sending me back, are you?*

up his fork, didn’t pause as he served Donald some food, then murmured in affirmation. “I’ve told you I’m not going back to Riverdale just yet. It’s really not convenient for you here, James

slamming down on the table, his eyes narrowing. “Explain to me

moment before saying, “Your presence here is seriously hindering my efforts

to the side, shot a glance at James, thinking, “Come on, you weren’t

around.”

hand smacked the table again, his frustration evident. “Clarify that for me. How am

serene façade. “I thought you’d be aware.*

Donald fell silent.

drive you back tomorrow.” The tone was light, but those who knew