The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1172

Mirabella shrugged, her voice noticeably cool, "It's the Cunningham family's business."

James raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised. He could tell Mirabella had no love for the Cunningham family. He'd skimmed through the previous reports, so he asked, "What are you planning to do there?"

"Fix the problem at the source," Mirabella replied, offering no further details.

James pondered for a moment before asking, "Where's this dinner happening? At the Cunningham's place?"

"No," Mirabella shook her head and mentioned the name of a local club.

James gave her a look, noting how her dark coat added a certain chill to her demeanor. "I'll give you a lift later," he offered.

Mirabella set down her latte and politely declined, "No need, I can manage."

James nodded, not pushing it, "Give me a shout if you need anything."

"Mhm," Mirabella mumbled, her hand clasped by the person sitting next to her, their fingers intertwined. She glanced back at James.

Just as James felt the urge to say something more, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He sighed softly, keeping a hold of Mirabella's hand while answering the call with his free one.

Sam's voice buzzed through the phone, "Is all the gear set up?"

James leaned back into the couch, sounding a bit weary, "Almost."

Sam's voice brightened, "That quick? Great! Send it over soon, or I’ll send someone to pick it up."

"I'll have it sent to the camp later," James replied coolly.

"Sounds good, your guys are more reliable," Sam chuckled, clearly in a good mood. After a bit more work talk, he added, "We haven’t had a drink together in ages. How about dinner tonight?"

James raised an eyebrow, paused briefly, then agreed, "Sure, I'll text you the address."

Sam had thought about suggesting they head back to the old family house but figured James had a spot in mind, so he agreed, "Alright, talk later."