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.

bureau guy

second, the confidant hit the brakes

he settled back, he frowned

a corner. Hearing Jaime's displeased tone, he quickly explained, "Mr. Davis, I think I just saw someone from the arms

the confidant rolled

the window but only caught a fleeting glimpse as the figures vanished

someone from the arms bureau

confidant scratched his head, responding

are plenty of people with similar builds," Jaime remarked, closing his eyes again.

confidant quickly

it made more

in Merrywoods. It was unlikely he'd be casually

mistaken; after all, he hadn't seen the man's face clearly

confidant shook his head and

had just wrapped up a call with Grady and was heading back to the hospital room