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

James had no clue what was running through Wyatt's head. He casually pinched the bridge of his nose and asked, "Do you really think she's the fragile type?"

"Why not?" Wyatt shot back, glancing at James. Sure, Ms. Mirabella was tough as nails, but at the end of the day, she was still a woman.

And women deserved to be cherished in the little things.

Clearing his throat, Wyatt launched into his earnest analysis. "I did some snooping around Ms. Mirabella's department. It's small, but there are more guys than girls. With her looks, she's bound to attract some admirers. Spend enough time around someone, and feelings are bound to develop. Think about it, James."

Being perpetually single, Wyatt felt he had enough experience to write a manual on love.

"You're really shallow," James remarked, giving him a side-eye filled with disdain.

Wyatt choked on his words. He genuinely believed he was just being honest. How did that make him shallow?

If everyone thought like you, he thought, they'd miss out on so much.

With a sigh, Wyatt conceded, "Ms. Mirabella is a catch. Miss this opportunity, and there won't be another."

James's gaze turned distant and thoughtful. Without a word, he returned his attention to his computer.

Rubbing his nose, Wyatt had a sudden thought and asked, "Are you really planning to stay here until the training camp ends?"

"We'll see," James replied noncommittally, not even looking up.

After a brief silence, Wyatt adopted a more serious tone. "Riverdale isn't like Ashford. If not for your own sake, think about Ms. Mirabella. If people find out about your close relationship with an ordinary college student, it might bring trouble her way."

James thought of the Davis family and simply shook his head, his handsome face showing little emotion. After a moment, he said, "Actually, I hope people find out."

"What?" Wyatt was taken aback.

James didn't elaborate, returning to his work instead.

After an afternoon of grueling training, everyone dragged themselves back to the dorm, too exhausted to even think about dinner.

Ever the vain one, Lisa took a moment to rest before pulling out a mirror. Her face was a bright red, clearly showing signs of mild sunburn. She felt like crying.

She wasn't the only one inspecting her reflection; her roommates were doing the

same.

"Just one day of training and my face looks like this. We still have more than half a month to go... I feel like I'm going to end up disfigured," Howard lamented, her expression sorrowful as she looked into her mirror.

Tina, gently touching her own cheek, felt somewhat fortunate. "I applied several layers of sunscreen, and it seems to have worked better than yours."

"Really? Let me see," Howard moved closer to Tina. "Oh, you're right. Your arms aren't that tanned either. What brand of sunscreen did you use? I need to switch."noveldrama

Hearing Tina and Howard's conversation, Lisa couldn't help but turn her head towards them. She noticed Tina's skin did indeed look better.

Tina had just shared the name of a high-end skincare brand with Howard, a single bottle costing hundreds. So when Lisa looked over, Tina lifted her chin a bit, her voice neither loud nor soft.

Hearing this, Howard playfully stuck out her tongue. "Alright, I'm going to order a few bottles from their official online store right away. I don't want my face to look like it's been through a desert."

At that moment, Mirabella emerged from the bathroom, having just washed her face. Droplets of water cascaded down her cheeks, her skin glowing with a cool, pale

luminescence, showing no signs of sun damage.