The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 944

Emily handed the cultural research journal to her son, saying, “Hey, check out this article. It’s pretty interesting.”

James barely glanced at it. “Not interested.”

Emily sighed in frustration. “Your dad and I are both into geography and history. How did you turn out so different?”

James didn’t respond, and just then, his phone rang again.

Seeing the caller ID, he wasn’t surprised. He answered, “I’m not home.”

Nick, standing outside the villa and having rung the doorbell several times with no response, finally called. “…”

“Need something, Nick?” James crossed his legs and adjusted his position, his voice smooth and warm.

Feeling oddly provoked, Nick took a deep breath. “...Where did you take my sister?”

“Huh?” James didn’t get it at first, then replied after a pause, “She’s not with me.”

Nick’s gaze pierced through the villa’s iron gate, pondering the truth of James’s words.

“She didn’t come home?” James asked, noticing Nick’s silence.

Hearing this, Nick suddenly frowned. “She’s really not with you?”

“Nope.” James’s tone remained steady, but it was clear he was telling the truth.

Nick hung up immediately.

**

James held his phone, thought for a moment, and then dialed Mirabella’s number. It was off.

James’s eyes narrowed. Nick must have contacted him because he couldn’t reach Mirabella and assumed she was with James.

After a couple more minutes, James stood up from the couch. “Mom, I’m heading out.”

“Where is she?” Atlas stood in front of them, his gaze ice-cold.

The three didn’t recognize Atlas but were terrified by his menacing aura.

“W-who are you looking for?”

Atlas crouched down, his dark eyes filled with murderous intent. “You get one chance.”

The man on the ground, who had been swindled by Mirabella, noticed what Atlas was twirling in his fingers. His pupils widened in shock.

It was… a gun.

“I-I don’t know who you’re talking about,” the man stammered, trying to suppress his fear.

Atlas’s lips curled into a bloodthirsty smirk. The gun in his fingers slowly lifted.

Seeing this, as the dark muzzle pressed against his temple, the man suddenly remembered. “I remember now… that girl, she’s at the Cunningham family’s eldest son’s villa, right by Clearwater Bay…”