The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 307

Mirabella effortlessly swung her suitcase from the trunk and gently lowered the hatchback, a fluid motion that spoke of her independence. She took a deliberate step back, positioning herself a meter away from Nick, and said with a considerate tone, "Nick, you should head back now. It's getting late. Thanks for going out of your way today."

Nick scratched his head—a subconscious gesture—as he observed the space his little sister had placed between them. Usually, he would have found such a distance uncomfortably close, but for some reason, a vague sense of unease settled in his chest.

"So, I guess I'll be off then?" Nick's speech was unhurried, a result of years living abroad that made his English sound drawn out.

"Yeah," Mirabella simply nodded, showing no sign of wishing him to stay.

After a few moments of hesitation, Nick finally started to walk away. He reached for the driver’s side door of his car and glanced back at Mirabella as he ducked inside, feeling an urge to make sure she was alright.

Mirabella offered him a gentle, lip-curled smile—a beautiful, tender gesture that made Nick's grip on the car door tighten. "I'm really going, okay?"

"Goodnight, Nick," she called out, even giving a small wave.

"Night," Nick mumbled, his cheeks unexpectedly warm as he slid into the car.

The engine purred to life, and as the car moved forward, Nick stole one last glance in the rearview mirror. There stood Mirabella, her figure gradually shrinking with the distance until she disappeared from view. Only then did he direct his attention back to the road. Nick couldn't help but notice that his sister lacked that off-putting aura he found so distasteful in others.

Once Nick's car was out of sight, Mirabella wheeled her suitcase into the hotel. The other students had already arrived and retreated to their rooms. She had barely stepped into the lobby when she spotted Vincent at the front desk. Upon seeing her, he walked over and handed her a room key.

Vincent cleared his throat. "Alright, how about we discuss it after the prelims tomorrow?"

Mirabella just stood there, silent. The elevator chimed, the doors slid open, and without a word, she stepped inside, resolute in ending the conversation. Moments later, Mirabella was in her room, the door closed firmly behind her.

Vincent, left in the hallway with words still on his lips, could only sigh.

*

Back at his place, Nick slumped onto the couch and snapped his fingers in the air. Shortly after, his AI butler glided over with a glass of water. Taking a small sip, Nick pondered momentarily before pulling out his phone.