The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 122

After a while, she lifted her gaze to James again and said nonchalantly, “You know, the soothing incense I got for Granny online the other day really did the trick. You go to my school in a few days, and I’ll give it to you after school.”

Hearing this, James thought back to the eBay shop she had mentioned before, where she found those soothing incense, and chuckled while shaking his head, “No worries, I just need a few good nights’ rest.”

Mirabella touched the tip of her nose. “Alright then...” She paused but added, “Just hit me up if you change your mind.”

“Sure thing,” James replied lightly, not really taking it to heart.

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Twenty minutes later, Mirabella thanked James and quickly walked into the apartment complex.

By now, the night had fully settled in. As she ascended the stairs to her apartment, she used her keys to enter, only to find Emmitt, who hadn’t been around for a while, sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed. His face was ashen.

The air was tinged with tension.

Narrowing her eyes slightly, Mirabella casually tossed her shoulder bag onto a cabinet.

Emmitt’s gaze snapped to her as he rose to his feet. His eyes were dark and piercing. “Can’t you keep out of trouble for just one day?”

“Emmitt, you better cool it and watch your tone,” Shawn said and frowned. His voice was heavy.

Emmitt’s brows knitted. “She just made a call...”

Before he could finish, Mirabella cut him off, “So she makes one call, and you’re convinced Catherine was taken by me. Now I’m telling you, she wasn’t. How will you judge that?”

Zach raised an eyebrow slightly at his sister’s words. His little sister sure knew how to use the Socratic method.

Emmitt was briefly taken aback by her question but quickly recovered, “Fine, you say you didn’t take her, so why didn’t you answer calls from the Gilberts? And why was your phone off? Isn’t that obviously making them suspect you?”

Mirabella found this even more amusing. With deliberate calm, she fished out her phone from her pocket, pressed the power button a few times in front of him, and the screen briefly lit up with a low battery warning sign before shutting down again. “See? Dead battery.” Her voice was light as she extended the phone toward Emmitt with a hint of sarcasm. “If you don’t believe me, feel free to check it yourself, maybe?”