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.”

enough and hadn’t quite caught their conversation, but noting their serious

deflected, eyes briefly meeting the

on the table. James washed his hands and took a seat, pulling

weathered face tensed. “You’re not going to start about sending me back, are you?*

“I’ve told you I’m not going back to Riverdale

the table, his eyes narrowing. “Explain to me how

of calm, took a moment before saying, “Your presence

off to the side, shot a glance at James, thinking, “Come on, you weren’t exactly on the hunt even when Donald

around.”

frustration evident. “Clarify that for me. How am I

with a serene façade.

Donald fell silent.

was light, but those who knew James understood the decision was set