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,”

a moment’s

definitely show up,” Wyatt whispered, his expression unreadable

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

exited the room. As she reached the lobby via the elevator, she encountered Mandy, who, it seemed,

me. We need to talk,” Mandy said.

Mandy’s voice wasn’t sharp, but

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

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

Mirabella’s demeanor was

packaging, no manufacturer’s name, ‘mystery medicine,‘ really? You’re bold to give such a thing to a woman in her seventies. Are you trying to kill

a light chuckle, lazily raising her eyelids, her eyes a deep shade of intrigue as they met Mandy’s accusatory stare. “Do

composure, replied with a scoff, “No matter how expensive your medicine is, it’s still unverified.”

could a rural folk remedy