The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress
Chapter 262

Chapter 262

When Mirabella got back to the hotel, it was already half–past nine, and Anthony had called her twice during the drive.

The first call was to share the thrilling news that she’d aced the preliminaries and had secured a spot in the final round.

The second was a gentle reminder for her to stay safe: not to linger outside too late and to head back to the hotel early to rest up and be on top form for tomorrow’s showdown.

Mirabella reassured him time and again that she was fine, and it was only after her repeated. assurances that Anthony finally stopped calling.

After returning to her room, Mirabella picked out some fresh clothes and took a quick, refreshing shower. Once she was done, she collapsed onto the bed. Her eyes fixated on the ceiling, and the evening’s harrowing near–miss replayed in her mind.

She had noticed the motorcycle earlier. At first, it seemed to be barreling straight towards her. but as it drew closer, particularly when James pulled her to safety, she saw the rider swerve slightly. So… if her hunch was right, the real target of the motorcycle might actually have been James, and the rider was someone with some serious skills – a fact they tried to disguise, but which she had spotted instantly.

Mirabella rolled over, draping her leg over the top of the covers, feeling exhausted yet restless. Even if she had been the intended target, she was confident in her ability to dodge the threat.

On the other side of town, as Wyatt was heading back from the night market, he called Curtis, instructing him to have a doctor waiting at the mansion.

Upon learning that his boss had been sideswiped by a motorcycle, Curtis immediately whipped out his laptop to pull up surveillance footage from several streets around the night market. It didn’t take long for him to discover that the footage from the crucial time had been tampered with, and the traces had been expertly erased.

Curtis let out a cold smile, and his fingers danced across the keyboard. The black interfaces. popped up on the screen, displaying rapidly changing data. Within a minute, the wiped. surveillance data was restored. Zooming in on the footage, Curtis scrutinized how the motorcyclist had charged towards James. However, due to the angle of the cameras, Curtis could only see the motorcycle heading straight for the girl next to his boss, not realizing that the actual objective was James.

With each replay, every time he saw the bike, seemingly targeting Mirabella, only for his boss to get hit while protecting her, Curtis‘ face grew darker. At that moment, his opinion of Mirabella couldn’t have sunk any lower. If it hadn’t been for her, James might not have been injured. If she hadn’t invited him out late at night, would any of this have happened?

Taking a deep breath, Curtis quickly captured a screenshot of the motorcyclist and sent it to his

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men.

Regardless of why this person targeted a young woman and went to great lengths to erase the footage, the fact remained that their boss had been hit. He wouldn’t allow anyone to act so brazenly in Riverdale.

A short while later, James and Wyatt arrived back at the mansion where several family physicians had hurried over. After a round of examinations, each one of them let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank goodness it’s just a few scrapes and bruises,” Wyatt said, wiping his forehead. His were filled with relief and a tinge of fear.

James shot Wyatt a frosty glance. Feeling the chill from that look, Wyatt shrank back slightly.

“Look, James, let me explain… At that moment, I was just worried that the incident might trigger your old injury, so I chose not to consider dropping Ms. Mirabella off at the hotel first. After all, that motorcycle had a clear objective.”