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

Curtis shut his laptop with a sigh, shaking his head. “No dice. I can’t pinpoint the exact location.

Wyatt glanced over, seemingly all too familiar with this type of letdown. He didn’t even bother to roll his eyes at Curtis as he mused, “So, is this address someplace Donald wants James to check out, or is he just sitting there waiting for us?”

“It’s hard to say. Donald wouldn’t just send an address out of the blue for no good reason… Let me scope out the place.” Curtis reopened his laptop and punched in the coordinates on a satellite map.

After a brief moment, Curtis slowly announced, “Looks like it’s a senior community park.”

Wyatt stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Ah, a park for the elder crowd, huh? Then it’s a pretty safe bet Donald’s there.”

Curtis added, “It’s also not too far from where Ms. Mirabella’s old place was before she moved.”

“Oh, right,” Wyatt snapped his fingers, recognition dawning. That address is in the same neck of the woods as Mirabella’s old neighborhood.”

Looking up at his boss, Curtis suggested, “How about I head over now and look for Donald? Once I find him, I can bring him back to the villa?”

James narrowed his eyes thoughtfully and then stood up, his features sharp yet serene as he said simply, “I’ll go myself.”

Without further discussion, Curtis nodded. Though Donald had only sent an address, it was likely not just about telling James a location. There had to be more to it.

Wyatt flipped over the back of the sofa with ease, ready to take action. “I’ll get the car.”

Curtis, who had just stood up, ready to play chauffeur, stood rooted to the spot.

Wyatt glanced back at Curtis with a playful smirk. “Curtis, you just keep cracking away at your computer skills at home, will ya?”

Curtis, once renowned for his hacking prowess, now reduced to “computer skills, could only scowl silently. Damn it!

In the car.

Mirabella was texting on her phone and chatting with Jenna through Messenger. Her stack of math papers had managed to hijack Jenna’s entire weekend, leaving no time for her to hang out with friends.

11:06

Wake up, hit the books, Finish lunch and hit the books again. Even in her dreams, Jenna was haunted by that pile of papers. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Having just completed a set, Jenna snapped some photos and sent them to Mirabella, seeking validation of her answers and casually inquiring about Mirabella’s current

activities.

Mirabelia replied with just two words. [Matchmaking event.] Then she opened Jenna’s photos, zooming in on each one to quickly pinpoint the mistakes Jenna had made

Jenna, anxiously awaiting a response, was shocked by the words ‘matchmaking event that appeared on her screen. Her eyes bulged as she quickly typed back, [Hold up, Queen Mira, what’s the deal? You’re on blind dates at eighteen?]

With the pretty ones going on blind dates, what hope was there for someone like herself? Jenna felt like she was losing touch with the times..

Mirabella sent back the corrected photos and, upon seeing Jenna’s message, pressed her fingers to her temples and replied, [With my brother. He’s going on the blind dates.]

Jenna breathed out a sigh of relief. [Phew, you had me there. I thought you were the one participating in the dates.]

Mirabella’s eyebrows arched as she slowly typed, [I’ve marked the wrong answers. I’ll explain them at school on Monday. By the way, what do you think of my looks? Do I look like I need a blind date?”

Jenna rolled her eyes.

Tsk! Such shamelessness!