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,”

cuff, and after a

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

Catherine finished her medicine and engaged in light conversation with her. Age and frailty soon took their toll, and Catherine drifted off to sleep

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

need to talk,” Mandy said.

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

figure, heading toward the

eyes cold as she looked at Mirabella as if she

pockets, Mirabella’s demeanor was nonchalant. “Is there a

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 trying to kill her, Mirabella?”

shade of intrigue as they met Mandy’s accusatory stare. “Do you have any idea how much my medicine is

composure, replied with a scoff, “No matter how expensive your medicine is,

could a rural folk remedy be