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

**At school, during dinner time.**

Mirabella put down her fork, feeling fully satisfied, and lazily leaned back against the couch. She glanced at James with a sense of admiration. "Your chef has really outdone themselves."

During the military training period, she couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food and hardly ever ate in the cafeteria.

James raised an eyebrow as he tidied up the dishes and cutlery on the coffee table, his voice clear and refreshing like a bubbling spring. "If you like it, feel free to come over anytime."

Hearing this, Mirabella touched her face, replying quite seriously, "Thanks for the invite."

While others lost weight during military training, she was probably the only one who gained weight.

It was pretty embarrassing.

James smiled, about to say something when his phone on the table rang. He glanced at it, paused his movements, and picked up the phone, telling Mirabella, "I need to take this call."

Mirabella lazily waved her hand, taking over the task of tidying up the rest of the coffee table.

James walked aside, pressed the answer button, and as soon as the call connected, his mother's voice came through. "I heard from your uncle that you've got someone?"

James turned his head to glance in Mirabella's direction, then slowly averted his gaze, lowering his voice slightly. "Then you must have also heard him say there's nothing official yet."

On the other end, Daniela paused in flipping through her book, her eyebrows slightly raised, her voice teasingly clear. "So, the lady isn't quite taken with you?"

James: "..."

"Do you have a picture of this girl? Send it to me, let me have a look," Daniela asked with a cough.

"No, don't think about it. Hanging up now," James said emotionlessly, and ended the call.

Daniela, with much more to say, was left with, "??"

This kid.

Daniela frowned, dialing again, only to be met with a cold, unreachable tone.

This voice was all too familiar.

Every time she was blocked, she got this kind of notice.

Daniela: "#@%......%*"

Meanwhile, James put away his phone and walked back to the couch, sitting down and looking at Mirabella. Her beautiful face was pale and cold; the military training hadn't caused any damage to her skin. noveldrama

Thinking of the picture Emily mentioned over the phone, James's gaze slightly deepened, casually asking, "By the way, how did you do in today's shooting training?"

Mirabella lazily pulled out a paper towel to wipe her hands. Adhering to the principle of modesty, she nodded and replied, "So-so, should be able to bluff my way through."

James, half-smiling, never believed her so-so; after all, her so-so always had amazing results.

Mirabella crumpled the paper towel into a ball, throwing it into the nearby trash can, looked at the time, and stood up. "I should head back to the dorm, there's a talent show tonight."

The sky outside was getting darker. James looked out the window and nodded. "Alright."

But after a pause, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you performing?"

"Boring." Mirabella waved at him, picked up her cap, placing it on her head, and before long, she had left the office.

James smiled.

**The administrative building was almost deserted, with no students wandering around, so Mirabella wasn't worried about being seen. However, it was quite a distance from the girls' dormitory.**

Fifteen minutes later, she finally returned to her dorm.

At this time, everyone was there-Howard, Tina, and another roommate were still eating. As soon as Mirabella entered, the three, who were previously laughing and chatting, suddenly stopped their conversation and subconsciously toned down their smiles.