The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1592

In the car, Grady sat with a scowl, still stewing over James's parting shot at the coffee shop. He couldn't help but vent to his subordinate, who was driving. "What do you reckon that kid meant with his last remark?"

"Was he trying to provoke me?"

"It sure felt like it was on purpose."

"Damn it, getting outsmarted by someone younger is just plain embarrassing."

The more Grady talked, the angrier he got. His subordinate, driving cautiously, glanced at the rearview mirror, thinking to himself that during the meeting, Grady seemed to be getting along just fine with them. Realizing now that he had been set up seemed a bit late, didn’t it?

Clearing his throat, the subordinate offered a quiet bit of consolation, "Grady, as long as we stand our ground, the enemy's bound to fall apart."

Their Miss Mira would still be their Miss Mira.

While Grady didn’t feel particularly reassured, his expression did soften a bit. "Don’t breathe a word about today to anyone, especially not Miss Mira."

"Got it." The subordinate replied with a sheepish grin. He understood the hit to Grady's pride in admitting that his plan had backfired.

Meanwhile, Robert, Blaze, and their group had just finished a meal at the swankiest restaurant in town. They were about to head back to their pre-booked hotel when Grady showed up. After finding out where they were staying, he upgraded them without a second thought to the best five-star hotel near Riverside University. The rooms? Presidential suites, naturally. The kind that sets you back six figures a night, nearly hitting seven.

As soon as Grady left, Blaze couldn’t keep up his city-slicker act any longer. He rolled around on the living room sofa, exclaiming, "Oh my gosh, I feel like I’m dreaming."

Truth be told, Blaze, Patrick, and the others came from pretty comfortable backgrounds, but the sheer extravagance still left them awestruck. Patrick chuckled, nudging Blaze to keep his cool, "We owe this to Mira."