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

Grady had an aura that was sharp and commanding, and his features were just

as intense, giving off a serious vibe. The moment Aaron laid eyes on him, he felt like his blood turned to ice, his legs starting to shake on their own.

Miss Mira's daughter was already intimidating, but this guy? He was on another level, like a movie's bandit chief...

When Grady noticed Aaron's eyes on Mirabella, standing beside him, he asked quietly, "Do you know him?"

Mirabella gave Aaron a quick look, noticing he was trembling even more, then turned away, saying, "Nope, don't know him."

Nick, however, seemed to be pondering. This didn't quite look like they were strangers.

Hearing Mirabella, Grady didn't press further and headed downstairs. As he passed Aaron, Aaron shivered again, almost instinctively.

It wasn't until the trio had walked away that Aaron felt like he could breathe again. He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and leaned against the wall to steady himself for a couple of minutes.

Looking back towards the lobby, Mirabella and the others were nowhere to be

seen.

Aaron trudged upstairs, replaying the encounter with the intimidating middle-aged man in his mind. He remembered how Delilah had once run off with a rogue. Could this man be her husband?

If so... it made sense why her daughter was so fearsome. It really was like a den of outlaws.

Reaching the upstairs lounge, Aaron knocked and entered, handing over the stuff Austin had sent him with, without saying a word.

Austin eyed Aaron suspiciously, noticing how pale he looked, and called out, "Aaron?"

Aaron just nodded, meeting his gaze.

"Can't talk again?" Austin frowned, recalling how Aaron had been speaking just fine a few days ago.

Aaron opened his mouth but seemed too rattled to utter a sound.

Seeing this, Austin just waved him off, telling him to go home and get some rest.

**noveldrama

Downstairs, Atlas pulled up in the sports car Grady hadn't managed to part with last time.

He handed the keys to Grady, who tossed them over to Mirabella.

Mirabella caught them effortlessly, raising an eyebrow in a cool move.

Nick, clearly feeling left out, sighed heavily and said, "I'm heading back first, try not to go too wild."

Apart from Atlas, who acknowledged with a nod, Mirabella and Grady were already heading toward their cars, hopping in one after the other.

Nick: "..."

Yeah, feeling a bit left out here.

Mirabella, gripping the steering wheel, glanced at Grady, who was now in his car too. She flashed him an OK sign, hit the gas, and the car shot out onto the road.

Grady, catching the cue, raised an eyebrow and started his car, tailing Mirabella closely.

His car was a beast too, souped-up to perform almost like a supercar.

They kept a voice call open to chat as needed.

Before long, they were speeding toward Riverdale's International Racing Circuit, a place with training tracks and venues for professional races.

When they arrived, Atlas had already sorted out the rental. However, a race was scheduled for that evening, so they only managed to book the adjacent training track.

The track staff registered them and led Mirabella and the group to the training

area.