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

Chapter 1684

As James listened to Cassie's rapid-fire words, a hint of suspicion started swirling in his mind. He hadn't dug into Cassie Davis's background specifically, but he'd done his homework on Mirabella ages ago, and not once did the name Cassie Davis pop up in the family tree. Even back when she lived out in the countryside, there was no mention of anyone by that name.

James stood with one hand casually tucked behind his back, the hallway lights casting a stark shadow across his chiseled features, making him seem even more distant and cool. He soon replied to Cassie, "No need for ID."

Cassie, still a bit flustered, felt like the older guy on the other end of the line was treating him like some naïve country boy. "Look, I might not have traveled abroad, but I know the basics!"

"I've got special connections. Just drop me your location, and I'll sort out someone to pick you up," James replied, not bothered by the young man's prickly tone.

Cassie rubbed the tip of his nose, realizing he didn't have the luxury of time to sweat the small stuff. After rattling off an address, he hung up.

Just as he stepped out of the room, the makeup artist, who was ready to prep him for the stage, noticed Cassie hadn't changed his outfit yet. "Hey, why aren't you changed? We're running out of time, and you're up soon."

something important came up. I'm pulling out of the competition," Cassie stated, not a trace of hesitation

You've got so many fans waiting to

be other competitions,

heel and left, not looking back. Realizing the gravity of the situation, the

for a quick stop, rummaging through his treasure chest to fish out a

he tucked the bottle into his pocket, his phone buzzed again. James's ride

hurried down, met the driver, and climbed into the car, heading straight for the airport. At the airport, Cassie

about to board, his eyes widened with genuine surprise, the kind you'd expect from a small-town kid. A regular private jet wouldn't

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