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

As soon as she finished speaking, a flashy, limited-edition sports car rolled up to the restaurant entrance. Out stepped a strikingly handsome man in a bright, trendy jacket. He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out, making his way straight to Mirabella.noveldrama

"Mom... Am I late?" Dylan almost blurted out by mistake.

Mirabella couldn't quite appreciate Dylan's over-the-top style. She rubbed her forehead, wishing she could just pretend they weren't acquainted. "No, you're just on time."

"On time?" Dylan looked confused.

Mirabella cleared her throat, "I mean, you got here just in time."

Dylan looked even more puzzled. "Huh?"

Ignoring him, Mirabella turned to Blaze and the others, saying, "Guys, I gotta go." Blaze nodded absentmindedly, his eyes still glued to Dylan. "Oh, okay."

Mirabella nodded back, then headed towards the sports car. Seeing this, Dylan glanced at Blaze and his friends, gave a polite nod, and quickly went to open the car door for Mirabella. Once she was seated, he closed the door and walked around to get back into the driver's seat.

The whole scene looked like the boss with her trusty sidekick.

Blaze watched the car drive away, finally snapping out of it. "Mira must be the daughter of some big-shot tycoon!"

"Quit dreaming," Patrick said with a smirk.

"Come on, wouldn't you feel cool knowing Mira, a tycoon's daughter?" Blaze puffed up his chest, feeling a bit smug.

Patrick just shook his head as their ride arrived. He nudged Blaze, "Alright, let's get in."

As they got into their car, some classmates from the math department behind them sneered, "A tycoon's daughter? That's a bit much."

Just because she stayed in a fancy suite, now she's a tycoon's daughter? Isn't that stretching it a bit?

Yara overheard and just smiled, shaking her head. "Never underestimate anyone."

Anyone connected to the Shepherd family probably isn't from an

ordinary background, right? She

thought she should ask her mom about it when she got home.

**In the car. **

Dylan was about to raise the convertible's top, but Mirabella stopped him. "When's your flight back to the States?"

Dylan asked, curious.

Mirabella casually rested her hand

on the car door frame. The wind

blew her hair back, adding a touch of carefree charm to her bright face. "Day after tomorrow."

"That soon?" Dylan was surprised. He thought she'd stay a few more days and had a bunch of tech questions lined up for her.

Mirabella tilted her head slightly, raising an eyebrow at Dylan. "What, gonna miss your mentor?"

Dylan's lips twitched, his expression a bit tangled. "You, a woman, why do you always act like everyone's mentor?"

Mirabella shrugged, brimming with confidence. "What can I say? Talent speaks for itself."

Dylan: "..."

He forgot how shameless she could be.

"Actually, we have a load of tricky tech issues at work," Dylan said with a half-smile. "We could really use

someone with your skills."

Mirabella glanced at him with mock disdain. "Maybe you should try sleeping with

your pillow a bit higher."