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

Chapter 856

In the car, Mirabella made herself comfortable in the back seat.

"How's school treating you?" Grady, seated in the passenger seat, glanced at her through the rearview mirror. His usually stern expression had softened the moment Mirabella got in.

Though they hadn't spent much time together, their interactions were always easygoing, much like how an elder and younger family member naturally get along.

Open and relaxed, Mirabella was a stark contrast to her brothers. The difference was more than just slight.

"I'm getting there," Mirabella replied, her posture still reflecting the military discipline she had acquired from weeks of training camp. It gave her an air of dignity.

Seeing this, Grady felt a sense of pride. This was exactly how a Davis family member should carry themselves.

After a moment's thought, Grady casually suggested, "Riverdale can be a bit tricky. I was thinking about getting you some self-defense lessons. What do you think?"

Mirabella lightly tapped her fingers on her knee and politely declined. "Thanks, Grady, but I feel pretty safe already."

the Davis family she didn't know yet. How could he explain that her sense of safety might

a bit of self-defense,"

looked down, acknowledged with a hum,

be a decathlete in such situations would sound

further. With Atlas around, she was unlikely to face

more words before Grady turned his attention back to the window, absently fingering the wooden beads on his

mirror, he noticed a car that had been tailing them. His expression remained calm,

at Grady. Seeing his usual composure but sensing the underlying alertness, he didn't say anything. He knew exactly how to handle such

had far-reaching interests, naturally attracting

accelerator slightly, increasing the car's

the change, furrowed her brows thoughtfully, and looked out the window,

traffic was notoriously congested, but Atlas, being a skilled driver, easily overtook several cars and turned a corner, effortlessly shaking

for a confrontation, having strategized for an encounter

mirror, he thought, "That's it? Who sent such a