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

Jaime lingered at the car door for a moment, casting a cool glance over his confidant. "Mind your words."

The confidant was momentarily caught off guard, but as soon as their eyes met, he got the message. "I overstepped."

"Remember, the Davis family holds decorum in high regard," Jaime said, giving his confidant's shoulder a meaningful pat.

With that, he bent down and slipped into the car.

Rules are made by people, but the person making them isn't always the same.

The confidant nodded slightly, closed the car door, and joined him inside.

The car started up quickly, just as it had arrived, and the three vehicles sped out of the hospital in a neat line.

As they approached the intersection, the confidant, still mulling over Jaime's words, gazed out the window.

On the sidewalk, a couple was walking by. The woman, closer to the buildings, was hard to make out, but the man on the outer side had a striking presence, and something about him seemed vaguely familiar.

reminded the confidant of the arms bureau guy

a split second, the

settled back, he frowned towards the

the two figures disappearing around a corner. Hearing Jaime's displeased tone, he quickly explained, "Mr. Davis, I

he spoke, the confidant rolled down the window and pointed

the window but only caught a fleeting glimpse as the

think someone from the arms bureau would

scratched his head, responding almost

of people with similar builds," Jaime

confidant quickly restarted

it over, it

It was unlikely he'd be casually strolling down

been mistaken; after all, he hadn't seen

shook his head

with Grady and was heading back to the hospital room when he looked up to