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.

that point, Nick

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

phone,

connected in a heartbeat. Before Adler could say anything,

left at the next junction, pull over on the right two

it," Adler replied, instinctively

within two minutes, spotted her by the

up

and, as soon as Adler stopped, swiftly opened

in, and

belongs to

on that car ahead,"

an undercurrent of urgency that made Adler tense

pressing the

back, Mirabella had already lifted Nick's jacket, revealing a white protective suit

of the wound was

narrowed

she kept moving, gently lifting the shirt