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

Chapter 1172

Mirabella shrugged, her voice noticeably cool, "It's the Cunningham family's business."

James raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised. He could tell Mirabella had no love for the Cunningham family. He'd skimmed through the previous reports, so he asked, "What are you planning to do there?"

"Fix the problem at the source," Mirabella replied, offering no further details.

James pondered for a moment before asking, "Where's this dinner happening? At the Cunningham's place?"

"No," Mirabella shook her head and mentioned the name of a local club.

James gave her a look, noting how her dark coat added a certain chill to her demeanor. "I'll give you a lift later," he offered.

Mirabella set down her latte and politely declined, "No need, I can manage." James nodded, not pushing it, "Give me a shout if you need anything."

"Mhm," Mirabella mumbled, her hand clasped by the person sitting next to her, their fingers intertwined. She glanced back at James.

to say something more, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He sighed softly, keeping a hold of Mirabella's hand while answering the call

voice buzzed through the phone,

the couch, sounding a bit

Send it over soon, or I'll send someone

have it sent to the

a good mood. After a bit more work talk, he added, "We haven't had a

then

to the old family house but figured James had a spot in mind, so he agreed,

nodded, glanced at Mirabella, and quickly sent an address

linger with James much longer,

at the club. After parking in the underground

"Miss Mira," Atlas greeted.

"Atlas," Mirabella nodded politely.

remarked as they walked, "Austin's really gathered quite a crowd from Riverdale for