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."

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

further questions, took the keys James tossed to him,

plane, Mirabella got

touch with you? They're supposed to head to the airport later, but they're nowhere to be found,"

the cabin and replied with her usual calm, "Professor, no need to

effect, and Robert's initial anxiety started to ease. While Merrywoods could be a bit chaotic, Blaze Patrick, and the others

press further, saying, "Alright, I've

here, so I'll

"Sure thing."

to the window. She

adversaries were just trying

hour later, the plane touched

the car and turned on

was brief, just two words: [Waiting

at it briefly before deleting the message without a