The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1174

Before you knew it, whispers about Mirabella being the heiress of the Cunningham family were buzzing among the guests. The Cunninghams might not be the top-tier in Riverdale, but they were definitely up there in the upper-middle-class. Throwing a party for a girl who seemed to come out of nowhere hinted that she was someone worth noticing.

It didn’t take long for all eyes to land on Mirabella. She quickly became the focal point of the entire ballroom, with everyone buzzing about her. Kitty, with a glass of champagne in hand, looked quite pleased with how things were unfolding.

When Austin returned to the ballroom, he scanned the room before making a beeline straight for Mirabella. "Mirabella, when did you get here? I was just downstairs and didn’t see you," he remarked, looking dapper in his suit, his smile warm as he approached her.

Mirabella kept her hands casually tucked in her coat pockets, giving him a quick, cool glance. "Ready to say sorry?" she asked.

Austin’s smile didn’t waver, "As for that, your uncle will sort it out after the party. Tonight, you’re the main attraction. Let me introduce you to the Riverdale elite; it’ll do wonders for your future."

Mirabella stayed put, the bright lights above casting a stark glow around her. Standing beside her was Atlas, looking almost like a guardian, which made Austin feel an odd pressure.

"Mr. Austin, have you forgotten today’s main business? If you have, I can jog your memory," Atlas chimed in, his fingers clicking in the air nonchalantly.

Austin’s smile faltered slightly, his eyes on Mirabella as he paused before saying, "Being the Cunningham heiress should set you up nicely in Riverdale. What more could you want?"

He was skirting around the apology.

"Give me a break, our lady's last name is Hawke. Who the heck are the Cunninghams?" Atlas retorted with a smirk.

Austin, irritated by Atlas’s interruptions but wary of his presence, tried to brush him off and focused on Mirabella. "Besides an apology, whatever you want, your uncle will try to make it happen."

Austin paused, ignoring the curious eyes around him, and asked, "What inheritance?"

"What do you think?" Mirabella replied nonchalantly, her gaze drifting to Kitty, who was making her way over.

Austin followed her gaze to Kitty, and something seemed to click for him, his expression shifting slightly. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Mirabella chuckled, nodding. "Looks like Mr. Austin isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed."

Austin frowned, watching as Mirabella pulled her phone from her pocket. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but as she slipped it back, his own phone buzzed in his pocket.