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

The opinions of others rarely got to him, but the thought of the young lady mistaking him for a criminal? Now that was a different kind of awkward.

So, as soon as Grady finished speaking, he promptly opened the back door for Mirabella.

Mirabella didn't hesitate. She gave him a nod and gracefully slid into the backseat.

Grady closed the door behind her and then leisurely opened the passenger door for himself.

Just as Mirabella settled in, Atlas, the driver, turned around shyly to greet her, "Good evening, Miss. I'm Atlas. We met last year."

Their previous encounter had been purely professional, with Atlas as a rental car driver. Seeing her again made him understandably nervous.

Mirabella glanced at Atlas, her eyebrows arching slightly. So, Emmitt had moved up from rental car driver to personal chauffeur?

Grady coughed, "Let's go."

His voice carried a hint of impatience.noveldrama

Atlas flinched slightly before starting the engine.

Grady caught a glimpse of Mirabella in the rearview mirror, then checked the time. "How about grabbing dinner together?"

Mirabella shook her head, "I can't, Grady. My parents want me home early."

Although a bit disappointed, Grady respected her wishes, especially considering Mr. and Mrs. Zach. "Alright, I'll drop you off at your neighborhood. We can plan dinner some other time."

"Sure," Mirabella agreed, sitting snugly in the backseat, exuding calm and composure.

Grady couldn't help but admire her. She was far more pleasant to be around than her brothers. There wasn't a trace of fear in her eyes when she looked at him.

Had it been the second or the fourth young master, they wouldn't have been nearly as calm in this situation.

Moreover, among all the siblings, only Nick had never aced the final exam to become the valedictorian. This alone spoke volumes about Mirabella's potential for future achievements.

After all, being valedictorian was a distinction that came to only one in the entire country every year. In ancient times, it was a position that could lead to being a prime minister.

For the Davis family to produce a valedictorian was indeed a momentous occasion.

Thinking this, Grady looked again in the rearview mirror, "Miss, you're incredible, scoring full marks on your final exam."

Mirabella straightened up, responding with neither humility nor arrogance, "Thank you for the compliment, Grady. I just performed to my normal standards."

Grady couldn't help but twitch a smile, sensing that the young lady's modesty might just be a facade, hiding her true capability to humble others.

"By the way, Grady, how's Chester doing?" Mirabella shifted the topic, inquiring about him.

At the mention of Keir, Grady's expression turned solemn, "Keir's doing well, thanks to the medicine Mr. Nick brought on your behalf.”

Mirabella nodded lazily, "Good to hear."

After a brief pause, Grady ventured, "That medicine... I heard from Mr. Nick that

you made it yourself. You know medical practices, don't you?"

Though posed as a question, his tone suggested certainty.

That particular medicine made Grady dig into the young lady's past, but there was

little mention of her pursuing medical studies.

His curiosity piqued, Grady couldn't help but wonder.

"Yeah, I spent a few years learning from an old country herbalist." Mirabella

resorted to her standard, albeit vague, explanation.

Grady fell silent for a moment, processing her response.

Mirabella's gaze softened slightly, then she added, "Someday, I might have a chance to check on Chester myself."