The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 264
Wyatt had snagged Mirabella’s number a while back when he had to dig up some
info on her. Thanks to the whole Incense of Calm flasco, he had made sure to
save it in his contacts,
[Ms. Mirabella, James is just a bit scratched up, nothing serious. You can relax.)
After sending the text, he waited for a moment for a reply, but when none came,
he pocketed his phone, yawned, and strolled outside the villa.
The next day dawned.
Mirabella was up with the larks, but it was still early, and she didn't feel like
getting out of bed just yet. Snuggled in her comforter, she reached under her
pillow for her phone, tapped it to life, and saw the message from Wyatt from last
night.
Good to know all was well. She replied with a brief “Got It” to Wyatt.
With the phone in her hand, Mirabella scrolled through her Messenger group
chats. Then something seemed to jog her memory, and she exited Messenger to
open her browser. She typed in “Riverdale Antiques Exhibition.
Instantly, a myriad of search results popped up, with the chatter mostly centered
around the emerald pendant featured at the exhibition.
“Emerald pendant?” Mirabella pondered. Her finger caressed the phone screen.
She recalled a reminder from Cool Autumn Breeze.
With Riverdale being so tight on security, and yet all this info spilling out over the
net, especially about the pendant, it felt like a breadcrumb trail left on purpose.
A playful smirk crossed Mirabella’s lips as she checked the exhibition dates. It
was a two-day affair, having started yesterday, and her flight back to Ashford was
at seven tonight. Since she was here, skipping out on a little recon felt like a
missed opportunity. And she hadn't yet laid eyes on the emerald pendant.
Thinking it over, Mirabella sprang out of bed with newfound energy and fired up
her laptop.
A flurry of keystrokes later, and her screen went dark — a canvas of black against
which strings. of cryptic characters danced swiftly.
Thirty seconds in, and instead of darkness, her screen now showed multiple live
feeds. One mini-screen was unmistakably marked with “National Antiquities
Museum.”
Her gaze never strayed from the screen, and her fingers tapped a rhythm on the
keyboard. Two minutes later, she killed the program and wiped her browsing
history clean.
Stretching, Mirabella stood, headed to the bathroom for a quick freshen up,
pocketed her phone, and left her room.
10:40
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In the second-floor dining area,
Mirabella had just picked out her
breakfast when hereyes caught
Vingentsitting by the window. He had
sheets of paper in front of him and
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her approach. Then, with the plate in
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Five minutes later, Vincent seemed to realize someone was across from him. He
looked up to find Mirabella leisurely enjoying her meal and did a double-take.
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Noticing the dark circles under his
eyes and the distinct redness in
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Vincent's voice was rough, and he reached for his water glass, taking a long
drink before replying hoarsely. “No, just woke up really early.”
Mirabella’s eyebrows twitched involuntarily. Well, you don't look “early riser fresh
to me.