The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1297

James chuckled and turned to Wyatt, "What's the name again?"

"Cian," Wyatt replied quickly.

When the name was mentioned, Mirabella's cheeks twitched slightly, almost unnoticeably.

"Cian?" James leaned back into the couch, crossing his arms and pausing for a moment. "Sounds a bit familiar."

Wyatt glanced at Mirabella before explaining, "Regarding that mysterious illness you had, James, we dug around and found that this Cian might be linked to the Stevenson family. But... since Ms. Mirabella showed up, we haven't pursued it further."

The real reason was they couldn't find Cian at all. Plus, with Ms. Mirabella having nursed James back to health, it seemed pointless to chase after someone who might not even exist. So, they let it go.

If James hadn't suddenly decided to track down the owner of the medicine, Wyatt would have almost forgotten the name.

"So, does this person actually exist?" James recalled.

"If The Mirror mentioned this name, then he must be real," Wyatt nodded. "But so far, I haven't dug up any info on Cian."

James squinted slightly at this and said in a calm tone, "If he were easy to find, he wouldn't be from a reclusive family."

"True, but it’s odd. If Cian doesn’t want to be found, why would he auction off the medicine and claim it’s from the Stevenson family?" Wyatt wondered aloud.

It was definitely a contradiction.

"Maybe it's a fake?" Mirabella, who had been quietly listening, shrugged and chimed in.

Wyatt and James both turned to look at her.

Mirabella blinked, "Just a wild guess."

Her face betrayed nothing.

Before James could respond, Mirabella yawned and got up from the couch. "Mind giving me a lift home?"

Wyatt instinctively looked at James, as if seeking his nod of approval.

James glanced at Mirabella and nodded.

Mirabella nodded back, picked up a book from the coffee table, and left the villa with Wyatt.

Wyatt had driven over, and James' place was just a short two-minute drive from Mirabella's.

As they got out of the car, Mirabella turned and asked, "Which manager at The Mirror were you talking about earlier?"

Wyatt, still holding the steering wheel, paused at her question. Almost without thinking, he gave her a name.