The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 618

Wyatt glanced over and said, "Toby just texted me."

Curtis grabbed the phone, his stern face showing confusion as he read the message, "A welcome gift?"

"Is this a peace offering?" Wyatt wondered aloud, gripping the steering wheel.

James tapped his slender fingers on his thigh and asked, "What time is it?"

Wyatt, caught off guard, replied, "Eleven PM," then asked, puzzled, "Does the time have something to do with this message?"

James shot Wyatt a glance, then turned away and closed his eyes.

Curtis rolled his eyes at him, "Dork."

Wyatt: "..."

Half an hour later, they pulled up into their neighborhood.

James tossed his jacket onto the couch and walked to the fridge for a bottle of water.

Heading back to the living room, his eyes scanned the coffee table where his phone lay. He bent down and picked it up slowly.

A few taps revealed several notifications on Messenger.

He quickly spotted the message from Mirabella sent two hours ago.

James's eyebrows lifted, his fingers paused, but he didn't reply. Instead, he turned off the phone screen.

It's past a little kid's bedtime.

**

The next day.

As usual, Mirabella got up early, glanced at her phone on the table, and then walked to her closet to grab her workout gear.

She stepped out and soon was jogging along the lakeside path.

Upon hearing this, James didn't hesitate, "Yeah, just list them for me later."

Mirabella slowed, a hint of embarrassment on her face, "...Some might be quite rare and hard to find."

James's lips twitched at the word 'rare.' It probably wasn't just hard to find, but expensive too.

He cleared his throat and responded, "I'll try to get them for you, at the lowest cost possible."

Hearing this, Mirabella's eyebrows twitched, and she added, "...There might be quite a variety of them, too."

James looked at her, his eyes deep and understanding, "Yeah, no problem."

"Thanks in advance, then." Mirabella waved, "I'm heading back."

With a light step, she entered the Davis family estate.

James smiled softly, shook his head, and walked back to the neighboring house.