The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 432

James pursed his lips, a thin smile barely visible as he pulled a sleek, black face mask from his pocket and slipped it on with a casual, “No need.”

Wyatt, seeing this, decided not to press the issue. The two men, one after the other, continued their stroll along the park's winding pathways.

Before long, they came upon a boisterous gathering of men and women, a banner flapping gently in the breeze beside them. Emblazoned across it in bold letters was "Singles Mixer."

From a distance, Wyatt surveyed the crowd. "Looks like a bunch of young singles. I doubt Donald would be among them."

With most of his face obscured by the mask and his imposing presence slightly reined in, James wasn't drawing much attention. He glanced over the scene briefly before drawing his gaze away. "Let's go."

He turned on his heel, heading back the way they had come.

"Right," Wyatt murmured in agreement. He could guess Donald's intentions by now, but to send his grandson to a mixer like this... What on earth was going through Donald's mind? If the other prominent families in Riverdale caught wind of this, James' reputation would be in tatters.

Shaking his head in resignation, Wyatt took one last look over the crowd. But as his eyes drifted away, they inadvertently fell upon a solitary figure seated on a public bench. He paused, a flicker of recognition crossing his face.

That silhouette... wasn't that Ms. Mirabella?

"Sir, hold up a sec," Wyatt called out to his charge.

James had already taken a few steps back but stopped at Wyatt's call, turning to follow his gaze. His expression showed a hint of surprise.