The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 420

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After finishing his cup of coffee, Shawn could tell that Donald wasn't his usual sprightly self. He chalked it up to the typical ebb of energy that comes with age, not nearly as robust as the younger lot. So, without further ado, he signaled for his daughter to escort Donald up to the guest room prepared on the second floor for some rest.

Once they reached the guest room, she walked in first with Donald trailing behind, and as the door shut, she casually flicked the deadbolt into place. The sound of the lock clicking made Donald spin around, an edgy look in his eyes. "What's with the deadbolt?" he asked, his voice tight with suspicion.

Mirabella crossed her arms and fixed Donald with a piercing gaze. "Donald, I'm giving you one more chance to come clean," she said, her voice soft but laced with a dangerous edge.

Donald hadn't expected Mirabella to be so assertive—it starkly contrasted what he had read in her profile. He put the regret over his coffee aside and slowly made his way to a nearby chair, sinking into it before responding, "Come clean about what?"

She hooked a chair with her foot, pulled it closer, and took a seat herself. A sudden patience seemed to wash over her as she said, "For starters, who are you really? And what's your purpose in seeking me out?"

"Oh, I'm just a lonely old man in need of care. You're easy on the eyes, and you suit my taste. That's all," Donald replied, this time not beating around the bush.

A smirk twitched at the corner of Mirabella's lips. "You really think I'd buy that?"

"Well, there's nothing I can do if you don't believe me. I'm just a harmless old man. If you're itching to get rough, then be my guest," Donald said, spreading his hands in a gesture of indifference.

Mirabella looked at the con artist before her without a flicker of emotion, fully aware that he was playing dumb again, yet infuriatingly, she was at a loss for what to do.