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.

Nick was slipping into

He shed his jacket and draped

research facility, Adler grabbed his phone, noticed the missed call from Mirabella, and immediately

heartbeat. Before Adler could say

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

it," Adler replied, instinctively nodding, and

minutes, spotted her by the roadside, near

pulled up

as soon as Adler stopped, swiftly opened the

and

belongs to

ahead," Mirabella instructed, eyes

yet carried an undercurrent of urgency that made

pressing the accelerator to keep pace with the

had already lifted Nick's jacket, revealing a white protective suit soaked in alarming

of the wound was

eyes narrowed

lifting the shirt