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,”

flicked his cuff, and after a

they need that medicine, they will definitely show up,” Wyatt whispered, his expression

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

Catherine, Mirabella quietly exited the room. As she reached the lobby via the elevator, she encountered Mandy, who, it seemed, had been waiting for her

me. We need to talk,” Mandy

wasn’t sharp, but her face was still painted with its

arched in interest at Mandy’s retreating figure, heading toward the outdoor garden. After a few seconds of thought, Mirabella

cold as she looked at Mirabella as if she were a

in her pockets, Mirabella’s demeanor was nonchalant.

name, ‘mystery medicine,‘ really? You’re bold to give such a thing to a

medicine?” Mirabella let out a light chuckle, lazily raising her eyelids, her eyes a deep shade of intrigue as they met Mandy’s

her composure, replied with a scoff,

rural folk remedy be worth? What