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

Chapter 50
James watched Mirabella’s retreating figure, a proud little spitfire if he ever saw
one. It took a moment before a chuckle escaped him, and he shook his head in
bemusement.
Piloting the car up front, Wyatt glanced in the rearview mirror at his boss, who
seemed totally unfazed by the apparent snub. He questioned himself yet again.
Was this really James? It felt like a switcheroo.
“Drive,” James said, his tone languid and ice-cold, a stark contrast to his earlier
demeanor.
Wyatt was stunned. No, his boss was still the same.
As Wyatt revved the engine, he couldn't help but sneak a peek at the old wooden
box in James’ grasp, his curiosity piqued. “That box looks ancient. What's in it?”
James lowered his gaze to the box, which seemed to be crafted from mahogany
with ornate carvings that suggested its age. The comers were worn smooth, and
the color deepened, which indeed made it look quite vintage, like a relic from
another time. A particular symbol etched on the box seemed vaguely familiar to
James as if he had seen it somewhere before.
He pondered for a moment and toyed with the latch but ultimately didn't open the
box. Instead, he placed it beside him and turned to look out the window before
saying offhandedly. “Curiosity killed the cat, you know.”
Wyatt remained silent. Could Mirabella be someone with extraordinary talents?
Around half an hour later, they pulled up to Catherine’s apartment complex.
“I can take it up for you.” Wyatt offered as he killed the engine and unbuckled his
seatbelt.
James glanced at the wooden box. “No, I'll go. Wait for me here.”
Wyatt looked surprised but nodded. “Be careful.”
James arched an eyebrow. “You worry too much.”
With
the box in hand, he exited the car, leaving Wyatt to rub his nose. Old habits die
hard, after all.
Riding the elevator up. James soon rang Catherine's doorbell.
A couple of minutes later, the inner door swung open, and as Catherine
recognized who stood outside, she hurriedly unlocked the security door. “James,
dear, you've come!”
James greeted her with a cordial smile. “Hello, Granny. How are you?”
“Come in, come in,” she urged, finding him a clean pair of slippers from the shoe
cabinet. “What brings you by today? No classes?”
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Once in the living room, James looked around before handing over the wooden
box. “Granny, this is something Mirabella asked me to bring you.”
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Catherine was about to offer James
a glass of water when she heard his
words. Her hand trembled, the glass
slipped and crashed to the floor,
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“Careful, Granny,” James quickly sald, putting the box on a side table.
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out, gripping his arm. Her face had
turned pale, and her lips quivered. It
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James, taken aback by Catherine's distress, paused.