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 was

asking further questions, took the keys James tossed to

they boarded the plane, Mirabella

with you? They're supposed to head

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

be a bit chaotic,

further, saying,

here, so I'll hang

"Sure thing."

turning to the window.

she knew their adversaries

later, the plane touched down

the car and

popped up. It was brief, just

at it briefly before deleting