The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 296

The incense was crucial. It was the very thing that was holding off James‘ injuries from worsening, and Mirabella had snuffed it out without a second thought.

Curtis‘ eyes blazed with fury, his already intimidating visage now terrifying in his anger. He strode over, snatched the half–burned incense stick from Mirabella’s grasp, and fished out a lighter, on the verge of reigniting it.

Mirabella was unshaken by his fearsome appearance, smirking ever so slightly. “If you want him dead sooner, by all means, light it up again.” Her voice was soft, almost airy, but carried an undercurrent of sharpness that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Curtis‘ hand paused. He knew he shouldn’t let the uninformed words of Mirabella sway him, but his finger lingered on the lighter, unable to press down.

Nikolai overheard the exchange, instinctively glanced at Mirabella, and inquired, “Why can’t we light the incense?”

Mirabella took a seat beside James, simply stating, “Your hand.”

James turned, noting that although Mirabella’s expression was as usual, the intensity he saw in her eyes was something he had never witnessed before, a maturity that didn’t match her

years.

his pulse, a veil of solemnity descended over her delicate features. Moments later, she withdrew her

leg, then she leaned over, lifting his pant leg for

Pen,” Mirabella commanded succinctly.

longer pondered the origins of her knowledge in scent–crafting or her physician friend. From the

of ingredients on the paper. Once finished, she handed it to Wyatt, “I need

“However, some of them might be hard

hard, I’ll find them.” At that moment, he had

“Well, there’s no rush. Just have

seemed anything but non–urgent. Though perplexed, Wyatt dared

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halting him. Wyatt