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

Chapter 555

James stepped out into the crisp moming hir, his figure wrapped in a steak, black wool coat. His complexion seemed to glow against the dark fabric, giving him an air of refined, almost aristocratic elegance

Mirabella slid into the car with a casual grace, allowing herself a few unabashed glances at him before leisurely drawing her gaze away James sat back one leg crossed over the other, his hand resting nonchalantly on his knee. When he caught Mirabella’s curious gaze beside him, he tilted his head towards her and asked, “Do you like what you see?”

Wyatt who was already steering the vehicle into motion, cast a discreet glance in the rearview mirror, a silent testament to his growing accustomed to James increasingly shameless antics.

Propping her elbow lazily against the car door, Mirabella’s pale fingers cradled her forehead while her beautiful face bore no hint of shyness. She nodded slightly, offering a sincere assessment, “You look good.”

James arched an eyebrow “Just good?”

Mirabella rubbed her temple thoughtfully, pretending to consider her words carefully. After a moment, she replied, “Very good–looking”

James was rendered speechless.

“Ahem… Wyatt couldn’t hold back a chuckle. One should never expect anything out of the ordinary from a woman as straightforward as Mirabella. Straight shooters like her had a way of leaving all the gents at a loss for words. Also, she was a renowned medical expert, and her trademark was brevity, never one for beating around the bush.

day and night, suddenly sparked with another question, “How old are

he could speak, Wyatt chimed in from the front seat. “He’s 24, a lifelong bachelor–no girlfriend to speak

James‘ devoted subordinate, Wyatt felt it was his duty to seize every

forehead in exasperation. It appeared that his patience had become too

rose. “Are you

it that way? Ms. Mirabella seemed to have a unique misunderstanding about the nature

can whip up prescription for you.” After all, they were neighbors, and she had received plenty of generous gifts from him in the past. She could afford to offer her services free

throat sympathetically, casting a glance at the rearview mirror. Indeed, his poor boss, James, was

one thing, but to finally find someone who stirred his heart and then to be

appreciate it,” James finally managed to say, his cool voice

a hand dismissively. “No worries, we’re

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respond with

lower it slightly. The