The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 856

In the car, Mirabella made herself comfortable in the back seat.

"How's school treating you?" Grady, seated in the passenger seat, glanced at her through the rearview mirror. His usually stern expression had softened the moment Mirabella got in.

Though they hadn't spent much time together, their interactions were always easygoing, much like how an elder and younger family member naturally get along.

Open and relaxed, Mirabella was a stark contrast to her brothers. The difference was more than just slight.

"I'm getting there," Mirabella replied, her posture still reflecting the military discipline she had acquired from weeks of training camp. It gave her an air of dignity.

Seeing this, Grady felt a sense of pride. This was exactly how a Davis family member should carry themselves.

After a moment's thought, Grady casually suggested, "Riverdale can be a bit tricky. I was thinking about getting you some self-defense lessons. What do you think?"

Mirabella lightly tapped her fingers on her knee and politely declined. "Thanks, Grady, but I feel pretty safe already."

Grady coughed slightly at her response. There were things about the Davis family she didn't know yet. How could he explain that her sense of safety might be misplaced?

"It's always good for a girl to know a bit of self-defense," he added after a while.

Mirabella looked down, acknowledged with a hum, but still declined.

Claiming to be a decathlete in such situations would sound unbelievable to anyone.

Seeing her reluctance, Grady didn't push further. With Atlas around, she was unlikely to face much trouble.

They exchanged a few more words before Grady turned his attention back to the window, absently fingering the wooden beads on his wrist.

He shook his head in disappointment and casually slowed down the car.

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Left behind, Little Zhu clenched his fist and hit the steering wheel, watching the traffic jam ahead and cursing under his breath.

He hadn't anticipated losing them so easily.

"It's just a regular driver, right? How could I lose him?" he wondered, puzzled.

Stuck in traffic for another half hour, Little Zhu had no choice but to call Kitty and then head to the hospital, his mission unaccomplished.