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 moment’s

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

Age and frailty soon took their toll, and Catherine drifted off to sleep not long

the lobby via the elevator, she encountered Mandy, who, it seemed, had been

me. We need to talk,”

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

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

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

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

bold to give such a thing to a woman in her seventies. Are you trying to kill her,

shade of intrigue as they met Mandy’s accusatory stare. “Do you have

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

remedy be worth? What a joke.