The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 807

Adler shook his head with a grin. "Promotion? Not happening for me. I just got bumped up last year. If I move up again this year, I’ll have a target on my back."

Last year, thanks to the data analysis Mirabella handed him, his coworkers were already green with envy. Elite recognitions only come around every three years, and without that data, the elite title would've definitely gone to his colleague.

Mirabella lazily tapped her fingers on the table, her delicate face looking effortlessly graceful. "Only insecure people think being envied is a bad thing," she drawled.

Adler felt an unexpected pang at her words.

A moment later, the waiter brought their meal. The dish was exquisite, perfectly to Mirabella's taste. She couldn’t resist an extra serving, all the while thinking this place would be great for inviting James next time. And the prices weren’t too bad either.

*

Meanwhile, James, who had just been thought of, felt a tickle in his nose and reached for a tissue from the coffee table.

Across from him, Donald sat upright in his mahogany chair, leaning on his cane. His eyes bore into his grandson. “You’ve barely been home, and now you’re planning to move out again? Trying to give me a heart attack?”

“You’re in perfect health, Grandpa. The doctor said you’ve got another twenty years in you,” James replied lazily.

Donald, frustrated, raised his cane, pointing it at James, but couldn’t find the words to scold him.

James took a sip of his coffee. “Getting worked up isn’t good for you.”

Donald: “!!!”

Putting down his coffee cup, James glanced at the time and stood up. “I’ve got to go.”

“Wait, did that girl come by?” Donald called out, momentarily forgetting his anger.

James looked at him but stayed silent.

Donald cleared his throat, muttering, “I know you went to the airport to pick someone up yesterday.”

“So?” James rubbed his temples.