The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 352

In the villa, Zach had just finished showering and strolled over to the window with the intention of drawing the curtains closed. However, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a black sedan parked not far from the front door, with its engine off and silent in the night.

He eyed the vehicle with a hint of suspicion before shrugging it off and pulling the curtains shut.

Feeling a bit parched, he left his room and headed downstairs to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

Shawn was still lounging in the living room, engrossed in the late-night show flickering on the TV. Zach sauntered over and flopped down on the couch beside him, asking, “Why aren’t you watching TV in your room? It’s getting late.”

Shawn glanced at Zach, with a hint of concern shadowing his features. “Your sister hasn’t come home yet.”

Zach’s brow furrowed in surprise. “What? Mira’s not back yet?” As far as he was concerned, his sister was a veritable bookworm. Post-dinner, she’d typically vanish into her room to hit the books. Trying to talk her into a shopping spree was like trying to move a mountain.

She was always home before ten — reliably, predictably. A genuine goody two-shoes.

“Yeah, I tried calling her, but no answer. No clue what she’s up to,” Shawn sighed. A father’s worry etched deeper lines into his face. She’d left a note saying she might be late, but silence had followed.

Zach patted his pockets, remembering his phone was upstairs. “I’ll go up and grab my phone.”

He thundered back upstairs and quickly dialed Mirabella’s number, only to be greeted by the endless ring of an unanswered call. Frowning, he pulled back the curtains, stepped out onto the balcony, and once again, his gaze landed on the black sedan parked outside.

Who the heck parked in front of their house?

He glanced at the car a few more times, decided not to concern himself with it, and leaned against the balcony railing while shooting a few messages to Mirabella on Messenger.

Shawn was left staring after him. This didn’t look like a boy stepping out for a moment; this looked like someone ready to start a rumble.

What on earth was riling him up this late at night? Shawn shook his head and decided to let it go.

Zach flung open the front door and bolted out, reaching the entrance just as Mirabella swiped her card, and the door swung open.

She nearly collided with Zach, taking a moment to register the scene before her. As it dawned on her, she noticed his face, red with anger, and he was still wearing the pristine slippers from indoors. She asked with a frown, “Zach, what’s wrong? Are you going out?”

Zach glared at his sister with tight lips, then quickly turned to look behind her. “Where’s the car? And that weird guy?”

Mirabella was taken aback. Her face was a mask of confusion.