The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1652

Grady took a moment to gauge the situation, then made his way over to the first car and opened the back door for her. He added with a touch of seriousness, "Merrywoods is quite different from back home. The factions here are strictly divided, and things can get a bit tense. That's why we've got a convoy following us."

Mirabella nodded, signaling she got the gist. "Understood."

She ducked into the car, and Grady shut the door, giving Reid beside him a quick nod before hopping in the passenger seat himself.

The convoy slowly began its journey, smoothly pulling away from the airport. Mirabella's car sat snug in the middle, a strategic move to ensure protection from all sides in case anything unexpected cropped up.

After a few moments of watching the world whiz by outside her window, Mirabella pulled out her phone and powered it up. Instantly, messages pinged in, asking if she’d landed safely.

With a hint of mischief, Mirabella typed back: [Don't mess with me. I've got a billion-dollar inheritance coming my way.]

James: [Seriously?]

Mirabella: [😊]

James chuckled at the emoji and shot back: [Well, whatever the rich lady says goes. Guess I'm relying on you from now on.]

Mirabella rolled her eyes, typing: [The rich lady says she’s not interested.]

James sighed dramatically: [Looks like we’re not quite there yet in our relationship.]

Mirabella: [...]

James: [Hurry back and take care of your boyfriend.]

Mirabella thought for a moment, then replied: [...Buzz off!]

Jeez, all these crazy thoughts in one day!

Mirabella couldn’t shake the feeling of being a small-town girl stepping into the big city.

And she was the textbook definition of a small-town girl.

Just a few minutes later, the cars pulled up to the Davis family’s main residence—a lavish, castle-like mansion that oozed European charm and opulence.

Before she could even step out, someone waiting outside quickly approached, respectfully opening her car door.

Mirabella touched the tip of her nose, grabbed the gift bag beside her, and stepped out.

The person who opened the door was the main house's butler, probably in his sixties, dressed impeccably in a black suit with a bow tie—a classic Western formal look.

He discreetly observed Mirabella as she emerged from the car.