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

Chapter 864

Nick's destination wasn't far from the restaurant, just a quick ten-minute drive. Before long, he pushed open the door to the private dining room, immediately adopting a more formal demeanor upon spotting Grady-quite the contrast to his usual laid-back self around his sister.

He gave a respectful nod, "Grady."

"Mr. Nick," Grady stood and offered a slight bow before quickly sitting back down.

Nick pulled up a chair next to Mirabella, glancing at her and noting her skin wasn't sunburnt. Clearly, she had used the sunscreen he gave her. A small smile tugged at his lips.

After a few seconds of observation, Nick remarked, "Half a month of military training and you haven't lost any weight."

Mirabella gave a little cough. With a personal chef catering to her three meals a day, she was never short of nutrition. "The cafeteria at Prestige College isn't bad," she replied.

Nick raised an eyebrow, his overly pale face showing clear signs of sleep deprivation.

Mirabella grabbed the coffee pot and poured him a cup, giving him a lazy side glance, "Another few sleepless nights?"

Nick took a sip of his coffee, avoiding her eyes, "Just two or three days."

hardly believing him, "Get some rest when you're

down. He noticed an elegantly wrapped box on the table within arm's reach.

the box and seeing the car keys inside, he was visibly

he refused to let anyone touch, preferring to keep it as a collector's item rather than

driven.

up at Grady, "Grady, you shipped

Grady responded softly, wanting to take the keys back but restrained

of the box, "Mind if I

Grady

lips, glanced at and maintaining his

reluctantly agreed a long pause,

after

given how

Nick

its elegance suggesting it

arose.

be planning to give the car keys