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

As Jaime stepped into the main hall, he caught the butler's words, "So, the girl's not here?" He squinted slightly, clearly not buying it.

The old butler nodded with respect. "Yes, sir. But Miss Mira only stepped out a few minutes ago. You probably passed by Grady's car just now."

Jaime thought back to when he was outside, remembering Grady's car. He hadn't seen inside clearly, but there was definitely someone in the back seat.

That must have been Keir's little niece.

Jaime twirled a rosary bead between his fingers. No wonder Grady was so cool about it when Jaime mentioned wanting to meet the girl-he didn't even flinch.

"Where's Keir off to?" Jaime switched the subject.

The butler dipped his head slightly and replied calmly, "I'm not sure, sir. If you need something urgent, you might want to call Keir."

Jaime glanced around the room before sinking into the sofa. "No big deal. I've got nothing pressing today."

He was determined to meet Jim's niece today, the one everyone was so protective about.

The butler hesitated, about to speak, but Jaime waved him off. "Go on with your chores. I'm fine here."

With that, Jaime leaned back and closed his eyes, looking every bit the master of the house.

Seeing this, the butler excused himself to the garden and discreetly called Grady.

The call connected quickly. The butler peeked toward the living room and filled Grady in about Jaime hanging around the villa.

Grady's voice was calm. "If he wants to wait, let him. He'll leave if no one turns up."noveldrama

"But Mr. Davis seems pretty set on waiting for Miss Mira and Keir to return."

"I got it," Grady said before ending the call. After a pause, he glanced at the rearview mirror and fired off a couple of texts.

Not long after, Grady's car pulled up at the end of a quiet street, stopping in front of a little herbal shop.

Mirabella glanced at the sign, raised an eyebrow, and hopped out of the car. "This place has the best stock around," Grady said as he caught up with her. Mirabella gave a nod and headed inside.

The shop was spacious but eerily quiet, with only the drowsy shopkeeper behind the counter.

Grady knocked on the counter,

snapping the shopkeeper out of his

daze. He blinked and then broke

into

a grin. "Well, if it isn't an old friend.

Long time no see!" fo

Grady, with his sharp memory, nodded back. "We're here for some herbs."

The shopkeeper eagerly stepped out

from behind the counter, bursting with confidence. "Tell me what you need I just restocked, so you should find everything here."

Aside from his unforgettable presence, Grady's wealth was equally memorable—a walking fortune, if you will.

Selling just one order to him could keep this little shop afloat for three years, easy.

No wonder his left eye had been twitching all day; it was a sign of good fortune coming his way.

The shopkeeper's grin stretched so wide it almost reached his ears as he brewed his special Pu'er coffee, reserved for his most esteemed guests.

Mirabella glanced at him, then pulled out her phone, opening a document with a list of herbs she'd made on their way there. She handed it over. "Could you gather these for us?"

"Absolutely!" the shopkeeper replied eagerly, taking the phone. But his smile

faltered when he saw the list packed with regular herb names.