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,”

nonchalantly flicked his cuff, and after a moment’s silence, he murmured, “Let’s hope

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

conversation with her. Age and frailty soon

around Catherine, Mirabella quietly exited the room. As she reached the lobby via the elevator, she encountered Mandy, who,

me. We need to talk,”

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

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

give Catherine? What kind of medicine was it?” Mandy demanded, her eyes cold as she looked

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

You’re bold to give

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

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

could a rural folk remedy