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.

more, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He sighed softly, keeping

phone, "Is all the

leaned back into the couch, sounding a

Great! Send it over soon,

it sent to the camp later," James replied

good, your guys are more reliable," Sam chuckled, clearly in a good mood. After a bit more work talk, he added, "We haven't had a drink together in ages. How about

then agreed, "Sure,

had thought about suggesting they head back to the old family house but figured

nodded, glanced at Mirabella, and quickly sent

with James much longer,

Mirabella pulled up at the club. After parking in

"Miss Mira," Atlas greeted.

"Atlas," Mirabella nodded politely.

walked, "Austin's really gathered quite a crowd from