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,”

and after a moment’s silence, he murmured, “Let’s hope so.”

that medicine, they will definitely show up,” Wyatt whispered,

with her. Age and frailty soon took their toll, and Catherine drifted off to sleep not

the lobby via the elevator, she encountered Mandy, who, it seemed, had been

We need

Mandy’s voice wasn’t sharp, but

heading toward the outdoor garden. After a few seconds of thought, Mirabella followed.

medicine was it?” Mandy demanded, her eyes cold as she looked at Mirabella as if she were a villain of the worst

was nonchalant. “Is there a

medicine,‘ really? You’re bold to give such a thing to a woman in her seventies. Are you trying to kill her, Mirabella?”

her eyelids, her eyes a deep shade of intrigue as they met Mandy’s accusatory stare. “Do you have any idea how much my medicine is worth?” Her speech was slow and deliberate,

her composure, replied with a scoff, “No matter how expensive

much could a rural folk remedy be worth?