The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 841

James cleared his throat, his voice carrying a touch of emotion. "Uncle, it's fine for you to have married and had kids later in life, but I can't wait that long."

Sam's usually stoic face showed a slight twitch. He turned to his nephew, his thick eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Got someone in mind?"

"Not even close," Wyatt muttered from the side, unable to hold back.

James didn’t even glance at Wyatt.

Sam was genuinely surprised. "Is she a freshman this year?"

James hummed in agreement.

No wonder he took up the role of an instructor, Sam thought. Then he asked, "What's she like? What's her family background?"

"She's very outstanding," James paused for a moment and didn't elaborate further.

Sam's interest was piqued. His nephew was notoriously picky, so for him to describe someone as 'very outstanding' meant she must be quite special.

"What's her name?" Sam's gaze sharpened, eager to know more about this exceptional girl.

"Aren't you very busy?" James shot back, giving Sam a sidelong glance, unfazed by his uncle's stern demeanor, his voice as clear and calm as ever.

Sam couldn't miss the implied meaning in his nephew's words. His stern facade cracked. "No matter how busy, I can always make time to meet my potential niece-in-law, can't I?"

"Not even close," James repeated, a smirk playing on his lips.

Wyatt, hearing this, suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

The instructor had been watching Mirabella during her shooting practice, observing every move she made and her flawless execution in hitting the bullseye without missing a beat.

He shared his observations with Sam. "This student is definitely a novice in shooting. Her every move and posture were almost identical to what I teach my other students, which tells me she has an extraordinary ability to mimic."

To the untrained eye, Mirabella's actions might suggest she was an experienced shooter, something many would simply assume after years of practice.

However, for those like them, who undergo daily training, each movement has become a conditioned reflex; distinguishing between a novice and an expert is almost instantaneous.

Though she appeared experienced, those subtle signs of unfamiliarity did not escape his notice.

Finding someone with a natural talent for shooting among over two thousand freshmen was rare, maybe one or two at most.

That's why he was so excited to report his findings.