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

Chapter 85

Far away in Riverdale, James suddenly sneezed. At this moment, his usually handsome features seemed a bit paler, but those eyes remained mysterious.

“Sir, are you feeling unwell again?” Wyatt asked, concern etched in his gaze.

James lifted a hand in dismissal. “I’m fine.”

“The auction doesn’t start until six this evening. Perhaps you should rest at the manor first?” Wyatt suggested with

care.

“No need. We’ll head straight to the venue later,” James replied, his voice crisp. After a brief pause, he turned his head, “Make sure to keep an eye on every individual who enters tonight.”

Wyatt nodded in understanding. “Understood. Should that person appear, we’ll make sure they don’t slip away,”

his cuff, and after a moment’s silence, he murmured, “Let’s

definitely show up,” Wyatt

watched as Catherine finished her medicine and engaged in light conversation with her. Age and frailty soon took their toll, and Catherine drifted off to sleep not long after.

she reached the lobby via the elevator, she

me. We need to

lobby was bustling, so Mandy’s voice wasn’t sharp, but her

eyebrows arched in interest at Mandy’s retreating figure, heading toward the outdoor garden. After a

Mandy demanded, her eyes cold as she looked at Mirabella as if she were a villain

casually in her pockets, Mirabella’s demeanor was nonchalant. “Is there a problem with

Mirabella’s attitude. “No packaging, no manufacturer’s name, ‘mystery medicine,‘ really? You’re bold to give such a thing to a woman in her

medicine?” Mirabella let out a light chuckle, lazily raising her eyelids, her eyes a deep shade of intrigue as they met Mandy’s accusatory stare. “Do you have any

was momentarily taken aback by her tone, and after regathering her composure, replied with a scoff, “No matter how expensive your medicine

much could a rural folk remedy be worth? What a joke.