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 it

took the keys James tossed to him, and watched

Mirabella got a

can't reach your friends. Have they been in touch with you? They're supposed to head to

seat in the cabin and replied with her usual calm, "Professor, no need to worry. They're probably just out shopping

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

Robert didn't press further, saying, "Alright, I've

so I'll hang

"Sure thing."

phone, her gaze turning to the window.

danger, she knew their adversaries were just trying to

the plane

got into the car and turned on her phone,

popped up. It was brief, just two words: [Waiting for

before deleting the message without a second