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

Chapter 1306

Nick mustered a faint smile, his face ashen as he swallowed back the metallic taste of blood. "I think I can hang in there a bit longer."

"Save your breath," Adler said, trying to sling Nick's arm over his shoulder. But he winced when he felt the wet, sticky fabric of Nick's sleeve.

Mirabella had sent him a message, laying out the grim details: shot in the chest, surgery just a week ago, barely snatched back from death's door.

Now, Adler cautiously supported Nick by the waist, letting him lean in. He didn't dare touch anywhere else, worried about worsening the wound.

The elevator quickly arrived at the parking garage. As the doors slid open, Adler hurriedly helped Nick out.

His phone buzzed in his pocket just then.

Juggling Nick's weight, Adler couldn't answer, nor did he dwell on how a call got through in a place with blocked signals.

They finally made it to the jeep. Nick, barely upright with Adler's help, almost crumpled to the ground.

Adler caught him just in time and managed to swing the car door open.

Thankfully, the garage was deserted, giving Adler a moment to carefully lay Nick across the back seat.

point, Nick was slipping

pulse-weak, as if it might stop any second. He shed his jacket and draped it over Nick, then rushed to

of the research facility, Adler grabbed his phone, noticed the missed call from

heartbeat. Before Adler could say anything, Mirabella's cool voice came through with

a left at the next junction, pull over on

replied, instinctively nodding,

gas, and within two minutes, spotted

pulled up

tucked her phone away and, as soon as Adler

and shut

belongs to

car ahead,"

an undercurrent of urgency that made Adler

confirmed, pressing the accelerator

the back, Mirabella had already lifted Nick's jacket,

of the wound was

narrowed

lifting the shirt