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

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."noveldrama

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."

Emily was taken aback for a moment, then looked towards the kitchen. "Dinner's almost ready. Won't you stay and eat?"

"Nah, I gotta go." James said flatly and strode out.

Seeing her son rush off, Emily frowned, wondering what was up.

As James drove out of the villa, he called Curtis. "Can you find out where Mirabella is right now?"

Curtis was surprised but quickly agreed. "Sure thing, I'm on it."

James acknowledged with a hum and hung up, his handsome face

expressionless. He knew Mirabella wasn't the type to not come home without a

reason.

**

Meanwhile, in the hospital's underground parking lot.

Three thugs, just out of orthopedics with their arms bandaged, hadn't even gotten

to their car when they suddenly felt a sharp pain in their heads and blacked out.

When they came to, they were jolted awake by cold water.

"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..."