The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 468

Not long after Shawn hung up the phone, a sleek black sedan pulled up, parking right behind his car. Had Mirabella been there, she would have recognized it as the same car that had been tailing them.

Grady stepped out and made his way to the driver's side, tapping on the window. It lowered, and he respectfully greeted, "Mr. Shawn."

Shawn gave him a slight nod, his voice tinged with mild annoyance. "Grady, your tailing skills need some work."

At those words, Grady's heart sank a bit. He hardly knew how to explain that he had been as discreet as possible in his surveillance. He did not understand how he still got spotted by the young lady. After all, the young miss was just a girl, naive to the ways of the world. If others heard of this, where would he, the chief steward, put his reputation?

Clearing his throat, Grady replied, "I'll be more careful next time."

"Yeah, you've been working hard these days."

Grady shook his head with a smile. "It's no trouble. Looking after the young miss is my duty."

Something crossed Shawn's mind; raising his eyebrows, he commented, "You guys did well yesterday."

Grady was momentarily taken aback, then realized Mr. Shawn was referring to the incident in the livestream chat. His expression turned cold. "Those nobodies thinking they can ride on the young miss' coattails?"

Was the Davis family's darling princess someone to be trifled with?

Without much further conversation, they both soon left the school grounds.

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Vincent's gaze shifted from the notebook, and after a pause, he explained, "I didn't understand what you were writing."

It would have been a surprise if he had. Mirabella's eyebrows lifted as she asked, "What do you need?" As she spoke, her eyes inadvertently swept over the item in his hands, and her expression darkened slightly.

Noticing the swift change in Mirabella's demeanor, Vincent coughed and handed over the rolled-up papers. "I heard you got a challenge from someone at Eagle High School. I had my cousin fetch some math competition problems compiled by a renowned teacher."

"I don't need them, thanks," Mirabella responded flatly, rejecting the offer.

Truth be told, she hadn't yet shaken off the terror of being dominated by the three massive boxes of worksheets Nick had sent.

Seeing her reaction, Vincent set the papers on her desk and said in an even tone, "Do you remember that guy, Jack?"