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

they will definitely show up,” Wyatt

medicine and engaged in light conversation with her. Age

tucking the blankets around Catherine, Mirabella quietly exited the room. As she reached the lobby via

We need to talk,” Mandy

Mandy’s voice wasn’t sharp, but her face was still painted with its customary

at Mandy’s retreating figure, heading toward the outdoor garden. After a

Catherine? What kind of medicine was it?” Mandy demanded, her eyes cold as she looked at Mirabella as if she were

demeanor was nonchalant. “Is there a problem with my

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

eyelids, her eyes a deep shade of intrigue as they met Mandy’s accusatory stare. “Do you have any idea how much my medicine

and after regathering her composure, replied with a

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