The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 157

James slouched back in his chair, the overhead light casting a warm glow on his chiseled features, making him look even more like a sculpture carved from the finest marble. "Isn't coffee meant to be drunk?" he mused with a faint smirk playing on his lips.

Wyatt's mouth twitched at the corners. "But that coffee's been in the old man's collection for decades. If we take it and he finds out, won't he raise hell?"

James gave Wyatt a sidelong glance, his tone casual as he spoke, "Then let's make sure he doesn't find out. He's kept it for so many years, and what's a few more?"

Wyatt rubbed his nose and then gave a respectful nod to his boss. Alright, when it came to being cunning, his boss was leagues ahead. He was the one who had much to learn. "I'll arrange for someone to go tonight."

"Mhm," James hummed in response.

Fiddling with his phone, Wyatt thought of the dozens of boxes of calming incense he had just ordered. For some reason, a sense of unease settled in his stomach. He looked towards his boss, uncertain, "James, are you sure Ms. Mirabella's incense is from that store?"

Even Nikolai had mentioned that the incense James had was worth a fortune. Yet online, a whole box was going for $299. Plus, when the seller realized Wyatt needed a bulk order, they even threw in a buy-one-get-one-free deal. Thinking about it now, it all seemed too good to be true.

James lightly tapped a sandalwood stick on the table, his expression unchanging. "Mhm."

Scratching his head, Wyatt didn't question further. "The seller said they'll ship it tomorrow. I asked for express delivery. It should arrive the day after."

"Arrange it as you see fit," James said airily.

Wyatt glanced at James, sensing something off about his reply, but after mulling it over, he couldn't pinpoint any issue. Shaking his head, Wyatt figured he was just overthinking things.