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

As the instructor approached, he gave a quick nod and turned to Howard. "Have you done any shooting practice before?" he asked.

He had just seen her practicing at the range, and while her movements were noticeable, they seemed more about showing off than actual skill.

Howard met his gaze and nodded. "Yeah, I've been to a shooting range with friends a few times. So, I've got a bit of practice."

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The instructor nodded thoughtfully. "Your stance and aiming are a bit flashy. The girl in the next group, Mirabella, has good technique. You could learn a thing or two from her. With your experience, you'll probably pick it up quicker than the others."

He gestured towards Mirabella's direction.

Howard followed his gaze and knew immediately who he was talking about, even without a name. What did he mean by flashy? Her moves were precise and on point. If anyone was being flashy, it was Mirabella.

Showing off and flaunting skills—how could the instructor not see that?

Feeling a bit miffed but not showing it, Howard nodded humbly. "Thanks for the tip. I'll ask her for some advice."

The instructor acknowledged her with a hum, then turned to give some pointers to other students. Seeing Sam finish his phone call, he walked back over to him.

Sam put away his phone and, without glancing at the students, said to the instructor, "I need to step out for a bit."

Knowing how busy Sam was, the instructor nodded repeatedly. "Of course, take care."

Sam nodded in response, turned around, and walked briskly off the field towards Mr. Hammond's office.

Mr. Hammond, a fellow at the Mathematics and Technology Faculty at Prestige College, was also the Minister of Education.

**

After leaving Mr. Hammond's office, Sam drove back to the Shepherd family home.

It had been months since his last visit, and Donald had been talking about his return all day.

"Look at you, barely home a few days a year," Donald said with a hint of reproach.

Even at home, Sam sat upright on the sofa. "I've been busy."

Donald sighed, thinking about his son's demanding career. "How long are you staying this time?"

"About five days," Sam replied, taking a small sip from his coffee cup.

Donald looked disappointed. "That short?"

Sam glanced at him, coughed, and changed the subject. "Where's Emmitt? Off on another archaeological dig?"

"I don't know. Don't ask me," Donald replied, his mood souring further at the

mention of Emmitt.

To him, his two sons were

practically just for show; one always

stationed at the military base and

the other always off somewhere,

hardly ever around.

Other parents his age were enjoying their grandchildren, but what difference did having sons make to him?

Sam set down his coffee cup, feeling

the urge to smoke. After chatting with Donald for a bit, he went out to

the garden and lit a cut to

BUMS

James's mother had just returned home and was surprised to see her brother-in-law. She hadn't known he was coming today. "Jared, when did you get back? Why didn't yo@call ahead?"

A young and beautiful woman accompanied Daniela.

Sam greeted his sister-in-law and then extinguished the cigarette between his

fingers. "It was a last-minute decision."