The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1721

James let out a soft sigh, savoring the rare moment of sweetness from his girlfriend. The hard edges of his face softened noticeably as he asked, “When do you think you’ll be heading back?”

Mirabella leaned back into the cozy couch, her bright eyes fixed on the vintage chandelier above. She blinked thoughtfully and said, “I have a feeling it won’t be any time soon.”

Even though she had originally planned to stay for just a week, plans often had a way of changing unexpectedly.

Just then, her phone buzzed with an incoming call.

It was Grady.

Glancing at the screen, Mirabella said, “I’ll have to catch up with you later. Something’s come up.”

“Alright.”

James listened to the call end before lowering the phone from his ear. The warmth in his expression vanished, replaced by a sharp, icy demeanor.

Wyatt, who had just stepped into the room, felt the sudden chill. “…”

Was it too late to quietly back out?

James shot Wyatt a sidelong glance, making him flinch. With no choice, Wyatt braced himself and stepped further inside. “James.”

“Hmm.” James turned his gaze away, the chill dissipating as quickly as it had appeared, like it was never there in the first place.

Wyatt rubbed the tip of his nose and cut to the chase. “Just as we suspected, Santos isn’t dead. On the day Ms. Mirabella was unconscious, he showed up at Riverside University. Curtis pulled the surveillance footage, and we got a clear shot of his face.”

As he spoke, Wyatt pulled out his phone and showed James a photo. “But he looks really young in this, probably another disguise. Based on his records, he should be at least in his forties.”

“It’s odd. He doesn’t look like someone who’s taken a life-threatening gunshot,” Wyatt remarked with a click of his tongue.

James glanced at the photo. The guy did look quite young, no older than twenty-five or twenty-six.