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

Curtis glanced at Mirabella. His lips parted as if to pose another question, but before he could, James‘ voice drifted over.

“We still have you, right?” James tilted his head. His gaze rested on Mirabella’s face. There wasn’t a trace of regret on his sharp features, just a hint of playful mischief.

At James‘ words, Curtis and Wyatt felt a weight lift off their chests. Right, Ms. Mirabella was a top– class medicine refiner. Perhaps she could one day concoct a potion to cure James for good?

The Massolio clan was shrouded in mystery, and its very existence was a matter of hearsay. Whether they were real or not, no one knew for sure.

With a stony expression, Mirabella shot a glance at James, “Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to swindle me?” She had prepared countless medicines for him gratis, and now he was trying to stick to her?

It seemed like everyone she had lately run into considered her a pushover. Was she really such an accessible target for exploitation?

James‘ eyebrows arched as he let out a soft chuckle, teasingly remarking, “Or perhaps I should let you swindle me?”

“Oh yeah, our James is free to swindle,” Wyatt chimed in eagerly from the side.

Curtis‘ lips twitched in exasperation. This guy was beyond help.

“Thanks, I’m one of the good guys,” Mirabella quipped dryly, a forced smile on her lips.

Looking down, she pulled out her phone and noticed a message on Messenger from a few minutes ago, sent by Shawn. She tapped to open it.

[Darling, don’t let them sweet–talk you. We’re not selling the house, no matter the price!]

Confused by Shawn’s message, Mirabella replied with a question mark. It didn’t take long before she received a response.

[The folks who wanted to buy our place last time, are our neighbors.]

The corner of Mirabella’s lips twitched as she suddenly looked up at James with a sly smile. “I heard you’re interested in buying my family’s house?”

Well, that was unexpected.

After a moment, both James and Curtis turned their gazes to Wyatt, and suddenly the spotlight was on him. Covering his face, Wyatt let out a strained laugh, “Uh, Ms. Mirabella, let me explain…”

Minutes later, after getting the full story, Mirabella fell silent for a few seconds before saying. “Hey, I’m not one for a surprise. In the future, if you want to give me something, just send

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cash.”

Pausing, she added, “I’ll send you my bank details when I get home. We all know each other here, so no need for formalities.”

Wyatt sighed. That was one way to cut through the pleasantries!

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Before long, Mirabella left James‘ place and returned home, where Shawn eagerly asked, “Mira, what did the neighbors say to you?”

Mirabella, still deep in thought, looked up at Shawn’s question and casually replied, “Nothing much. I’ve persuaded them to drop the idea of going for our house.”

Shawn, skeptical, prodded, “Is that all?” He had thought about it after he got home people clearly knew his daughter well, and it wasn’t about buying a house.

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After a moment’s consideration, Mirabella decided not to reveal that the owner of the house next door was the very ‘tutor‘ Shawn was so desperate to meet. She simply nodded and hummed in agreement.

In the dining room, Delilah was already calling them to dinner. Without another word, Mirabella walked over.

Shawn watched his daughter’s retreating figure. Her secrets were wrapped in mystery yet again.