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

Chapter 1671

Mirabella's almond-shaped eyes narrowed, a fierce glint flashing through them, but it quickly faded away. She leaned back in her seat, turned off her phone, and asked the man next to her, "How fast can we get back to Westbridge?"

James, already having messaged Wyatt to prep the plane as soon as Mirabella checked the location, replied, "About an hour and a half."

Mirabella lightly tapped her fingers on her knee, murmured a soft

acknowledgment, and closed her eyes. She hadn't dressed warmly when she left, and now her face looked both pale and cold.

James glanced in the rearview mirror but stayed silent, instead turning up the car's heat.

Twenty minutes later, they pulled up at the airport.

Wyatt was waiting at the entrance. As they got out of the car, he approached with a nod, "James, Ms. Mirabella."

Mirabella gave a nod in return.

Noticing her cold hands, James squeezed them gently and draped his jacket over her shoulders. He then turned to Wyatt, speaking calmly, "Stay here and sort things out."

eyes briefly flickering over Mirabella's face. He didn't know why James suddenly needed to rush back to Westbridge, but he guessed

wisely held back from asking further questions, took the keys James

plane, Mirabella got a call from

I can't reach your friends. Have they been in touch with you? They're supposed to head to the airport later, but they're nowhere to be found," Robert's worried voice

and replied with her usual calm, "Professor, no

anxiety started to ease. While Merrywoods could be a bit chaotic, Blaze

press further,

out here, so I'll hang

"Sure thing."

her gaze turning to

knew their adversaries were just trying to draw

later, the plane

car and turned on

up. It was brief, just

at it briefly before deleting