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

Chapter 1654

As soon as Mirabella stepped through the door, she was hit with the sight of extravagant decor and lavish furnishings, reminding her once again of her modest roots. She'd always heard about her family's financial struggles and had convinced herself that living simply could be an adventure in itself. But now, after seeing all this grandeur... Who was she kidding? Having money was definitely better!

As she mused over this, she followed the others into the grand hall, her eyes quickly landing on the middle-aged man seated at the head of the room. Dressed in a dark, casual suit, he sat with a commanding presence that radiated the aura of a seasoned leader, quite different from the gentle and kind-hearted Chester she had pictured in her mind.

Mirabella blinked, trying to reconcile the image. Grady had already approached Keir and gestured towards her, "Keir, this is Ms. Mirabella."

Jim's fingers tightened around the armrest, but for the sake of his niece, he kept his cool, merely casting a blank glance at Grady. Seriously, an introduction for his own niece?

Mirabella stepped forward, nodding politely, "Chester."

Jim quickly swallowed his annoyance at Grady, stood up, and approached Mirabella, his stern face melting into a warm, practiced smile. "Ah, my dear, you must be worn out from your journey."

Indeed, she was a true Davis family member, her features almost a perfect blend of her parents' best traits. But there was something more—an undeniable charisma that outshone even her parents. Though she hid it well, Jim's keen eyes didn't miss it.

in her image as a graceful and well-mannered young lady, she assured him she wasn't tired and handed over a gift. "Just a little something for

the gift. But before he could, Jim had already taken it, grinning, "Anything from

Jim, holding the gift, gestured to the nearby

placed her gift on the coffee table as if it were made of gold, then picked up a present he had prepared, sitting beside

the box, surprised by its heft. Her eyebrows shot up as

fist-sized diamond inside. Wo

the

knew how to

at Jim, "Chester, this is way

face fell slightly,

awkwardly, "It's

"No worries if