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.

He sighed softly, keeping

buzzed through the phone, "Is all the gear set

the couch,

brightened, "That quick? Great! Send it over soon, or I'll send someone to

the camp later,"

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

eyebrow, paused briefly, then agreed, "Sure, I'll text you the

head back to the old family house but figured James had a spot in mind, so

Mirabella, and quickly sent an

with James much longer, leaving after a call from

seven that evening, Mirabella pulled up at the club. After parking in the underground garage, she stepped out

"Miss Mira," Atlas greeted.

"Atlas," Mirabella nodded politely.

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