The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

The steward sighed softly, unable to deter Vincent, and reluctantly followed behind him.

Soon, Vincent walked into the private dining room with a tray in hand. As he approached the doorway, he caught sight of Mirabella and paused, taken aback by her presence. He hadn’t expected to encounter her here.

Mirabella also noticed Vincent and appeared equally surprised.

Vincent stepped closer, setting the soup on the table. “What a coincidence, Mirabella.*

His gaze then drifted to Leo, feeling a sense of familiarity, yet he couldn’t quite place where he had seen him before.

Mirabella raised an eyebrow. She knew that Vincent shared Knox’s last name, so she asked, “You’re Knox’s grandson?”

Vincent was taken aback. “You know my grandfather?”

“We’ve met a couple of times,” Mirabella nodded in confirmation.

The steward, who had followed them in, glanced discreetly at Mirabella. Knox had given her his personal token, and yet she casually mentioned ‘meeting a couple of times‘ as if it was nothing.

Vincent suddenly remembered the familiar figure he had seen at the family estate some time ago and blurted out, “You had dinner with my grandfather recently, right?”

“Yes, I visited once,” Mirabella acknowledged, though she hadn’t seen Vincent then.

That explained it. Realization crossed Vincent’s face, and he became curious about how she knew his notoriously discerning grandfather.

Meanwhile, Leo, who had been ignored thus far, looked up, his eyes scanning Vincent with a cool, detached expression. He then turned to his sister. “Are you two classmates?”

“Yes, same grade, different classes,” Mirabella replied briefly.

At that, Leo narrowed his eyes slightly. Same grade, different classes, yet this guy seemed quite familiar with his sister? His sister was beautiful. Could this boy have ulterior

motives?

Vincent then felt the sting of Leo’s unfriendly gaze, leaving him somewhat perplexed.

“I made this soup myself. Give it a try, and feel free to comment on anything that needs improvement. Vincent said, regaining his composure.

Mirabella was surprised, “I wouldn’t have pegged you for someone who can cook medicinal cuisine.” After all, he was so young and didn’t seem like someone who would spend time in the kitchen.

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“Family traditions must continue,” Vincent shrugged nonchalantly.

Fair enough.

Mirabella took a spoonful of the soup, ready to taste it, when she saw Leo extend his

empty bowl to her. She glanced at him sideways.

Leo sat up straighter. “Mira, serve me some, please.”C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

And so, Mirabella set down her bowl and ladled soup into his.

Only then did Leo look satisfied, taking a small sip before turning back to Vincent, “Do you want the honest truth?”

Vincent paused, then nodded.

“It’s mediocre. The medicinal taste is too strong, like swallowing a bowl of herbal tonic. All I taste is medicine,” Leo shook his head in critique. His face clearly read: not impressed.

Mirabella took a sip from her bowl and glanced warningly at her brother before addressing Vincent, “Don’t mind him. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

Leo was lost for words. There it was, his sister siding with a stranger.

Vincent just smiled, showing no sign of being offended by the criticism.

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“The soup is actually quite good, and a little less lotus seed would make it better,” Mirabella commented.

She had ordered a simple, nourishing soup, not concerned with the perfect medicinal balance that Knox might have sought.