The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1105

Jules snapped out of his thoughts, quickly shifting his gaze from the rearview mirror and gently revving the engine. "It's nothing," he muttered casually.

Yara just nodded, not giving it much thought, and turned her attention elsewhere.

Jules, who was Kitty's right-hand man, couldn't shake off the scene he'd just witnessed while waiting for Yara in the car. If he wasn't mistaken, the girl chatting with Yara earlier was Miss Mira's daughter, right?

As they made a U-turn, Jules couldn't resist another glance out the window. That license plate was unmistakable—it was the same one from when he first picked up Miss Mira's daughter. He had a vivid memory of it because he lost track of the car while tailing it. Even after digging into the license plate, he came up empty-handed.

"Yara, earlier I saw you talking to a pretty girl at the entrance. Is she a classmate of yours?" Jules asked, feigning curiosity.

"Not exactly. She's a junior from a different department I just met," Yara replied, keeping it brief.

Jules's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew Miss Mira's daughter wasn't in the same college as Yara. How could they have crossed paths? He figured she must have learned about Yara's reputation and approached her on purpose. Otherwise, why would people from different departments and years even know each other?

Jules mused silently, feeling a bit uneasy. People aren't always as they seem. She had come off as distant and indifferent, but underneath, she clearly had a plan.

Before long, they reached the hospital. Once Yara slipped into a sterile gown to visit Romero, Jules shared what he had witnessed at school with Kitty.

Kitty frowned deeply, glancing through the glass at the girl visiting Donald. "Are you sure you weren't seeing things?" she asked.

Jules nodded confidently. "I'm certain it was Miss Mira's daughter. I couldn't mistake her."

Kitty rubbed her temples, her expression tinged with sarcasm. "Like mother, like daughter. No matter how much you guard against it, she still manages to wriggle her way in."