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

the keys James tossed to him,

boarded the plane, Mirabella got a

Have they been in touch with you? They're supposed to head to the airport later,

her usual calm, "Professor, no need to worry. They're probably just out shopping and

to ease. While Merrywoods could be a bit chaotic, Blaze Patrick, and the others were just out for a stroll and weren't likely to run into

press further,

sort out here, so I'll hang

"Sure thing."

gaze turning to the window. She wasn't

she knew their adversaries were just trying to

plane

car and turned on

unknown number popped up. It was brief, just two words:

glanced at it briefly before deleting the message