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

Reid turned to the second elder before addressing Mirabella. "Miss Mira, you should head out first. I'll take care of things here."

Mirabella raised an eyebrow at Reid but gave a quick nod. "Alright."

In no time, she and Dr. Ray vanished from everyone's sight. Reid's focus shifted back as his team resumed their positions, effectively blocking the passageway. The second elder's face scrunched up in displeasure. "What's going on here?"

"Please, take it easy," Jaime chimed in, resting a calming hand on the elder's shoulder. He glanced in Mirabella's direction and added, "Miss Mira is young and just got back. It's understandable if she's not fully acquainted with our ways yet. No need to get worked up."

Though it seemed Jaime was defending Mirabella, his words subtly pinned the blame on her.

With a disdainful snort, the second elder remembered that this so-called Miss Mira was from the countryside. "Miss Penelope is around the same age, but she doesn't act so high and mighty."

It's true; where you come from often shapes who you are. Is she really worthy of being called Miss Mira?

"Well, it's not exactly apples to apples," Jaime chuckled. "They didn't start from the same place."

One was raised within the Davis family, and the other was brought back from the countryside. How could you compare the two?

turned to Reid again. "Are you really going to stand up for this country girl, Miss Mira,

stood his

they wouldn't see Keir today, nodded with a smirk.

he turned and left. The rest of the elders saw no reason to stick around and quickly joined

gave Reid a knowing look. "Miss Mira's already ruffled a

closely, his brow furrowing

a sly smile, twirled

rosary

as he stepped into

Reid

team

and the elders went downstairs,

lounged in his car, one leg casually crossed,

he turned to his trusted driver. "Has Miss

rearview mirror.