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

Mirabella kept her cool, pondering for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, it was kinda scary."

James's lips twitched slightly. He couldn't see where the fear was.

"Hey, the car behind us is catching up again," Mirabella urged, leaning forward slightly.

James glanced at her, a whirlwind of emotions flashing through him. He stepped on the gas, and the car surged forward.

Despite being banged up just moments ago, the cars trailing them seemed unfazed, clearly modified to withstand a beating. They were speeding up, almost like they intended to ram into James's car.

Yet, time and again, they narrowly missed.

Mirabella watched in awe, silently admiring the driving skills on display, rivaling those of a professional racer.

After a few kilometers of intense chase and several narrow escapes, Curtis arrived. Sensing the shift in dynamics, the pursuers immediately backed off, making a quick U-turn and fleeing.

James pulled over to the side of the road, and Curtis, having already instructed his men to follow the fleeing cars, approached James's vehicle.

The driver's side window rolled down, and Curtis, about to address James, noticed another figure in the passenger seat, pausing in surprise.

Even without the interior light on, Curtis recognized her instantly.

Ms. Mirabella was in the car too?

Curtis, initially about to say something else, shifted his tone, "James, you guys okay?"

James casually draped his hand over the car door, leaning slightly out. The dim streetlight cast a soft glow on his forehead, easing the tension in his features. "Yeah, we're fine."

Curtis nodded, though he wasn't overly concerned, just puzzled. Given James's skills, those cars shouldn't have made it out in one piece, let alone managed to escape.

Curtis's gaze drifted to Mirabella again. Because of the dim light, he couldn't read her expression, but it made sense. James likely held back because she was there.

A violent scene wouldn't be suitable for Ms. Mirabella to witness.

Otherwise, James might scare her off, which would be pretty awkward.

Curtis composed himself, deciding not to linger. "I'll handle the aftermath," he said.

James's fingers twitched slightly.

Curtis nodded, returning to his car and driving away.

**

Half an hour later, James dropped Mirabella off at her residence. Before getting out, she gave the car a once-over.

It still looked like a regular car, unremarkable at first glance, with no dents despite the multiple hits.

A low-profile beast.

Mirabella raised an eyebrow, waved at James, and headed inside the villa.noveldrama

James watched her until she disappeared from view, then restarted the car, his expression turning serious.

Not long after he got home, Curtis arrived.

James, holding a cup in his hand, glanced at Curtis and slowly sat on the sofa. "Who were they?"

Curtis frowned. "When we chased after them, another group showed up and threw us off. We lost them."

James's eyes narrowed, his elegant fingers lightly tracing the rim of the cup, lost in thought.

"I think it's still about that shipment of weapons," Curtis speculated after a moment.

In Riverdale, few families had the guts to openly confront James. That left only... the underground factions.