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

Chapter 1303

After a brief pause, with his mind a bit foggy, Nick bit his tongue hard to snap himself back to reality. With effort, he managed to pull a syringe from his pocket. His hand shook almost uncontrollably as he injected the adrenaline into his vein.

Two minutes later, Nick felt strength gradually seeping back into his body. But he knew it was just a temporary boost, courtesy of the adrenaline-it wouldn't last long. He needed to get out of the research institute before the effects wore off.

Voices floated in from outside, and Nick glanced down at his disposable protective suit, slowly peeling it off. Underneath, there were faint traces of blood that had seeped through.

Taking a deep breath, Nick decided not to remove the inner protective layer. Instead, he flipped up the collar of his black turtleneck sweater, adjusted it a bit, and grabbed the down jacket hanging nearby, slipping it on. He balled up the blood-stained protective suit and tossed it aside before opening the changing room door and stepping out.

His colleagues had already changed back into their clothes, leaving their protective suits casually draped over a nearby chair. Nick quickly scooped them up and tossed them into the trash can, earning a chuckle from his coworkers as they all headed out.

had been moved to an adjacent observation room, and someone was tidying up the shelves. Only Manuel and Ben were

goodbye when Manuel approached him directly. "Mirabella, right? Don't rush off just yet. We need to talk about today's

I might need to head out early,"

he thought. "I won't keep

gaze and, after a moment, reluctantly nodded. Satisfied, Manuel patted him on the shoulder

the wall, his eyes somewhat lifeless Since Manuel had only asked for him, his two colleagues and

chief soon left.

was on the

would only keep

Yet, once in the office, Manuel got caught up reviewing documents