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,”

after a

they will definitely show up,” Wyatt whispered, his expression unreadable in

and engaged in light conversation with her. Age and frailty soon took their toll,

room. As she reached the lobby via

We need to talk,” Mandy said.

voice wasn’t sharp, but her face was still painted with its customary haughtiness.

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

was it?” Mandy demanded, her eyes cold as she looked at Mirabella as

her pockets, Mirabella’s demeanor was nonchalant. “Is

in irritation at 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 seventies. Are you

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 idea how much my medicine is worth?” Her speech was slow and

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

a rural folk remedy