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

Chapter 1317

In no time, the colleague strolled out of the storage room. Ben snapped out of his thoughts and turned his attention to him.

"Hey, Mr. Ben, lucky you showed up today; otherwise, I would've really messed things up. The adrenaline supply isn't actually missing - I probably made a mistake when entering it into the computer," the colleague admitted, as he corrected the data on the screen.

Ben raised an eyebrow, "A mistake, huh?"

"Yeah, I've got to be more careful next time, or it'll cause chaos," the colleague sighed, then looked at Ben again, "Is there anything else you want to check, Mr. Ben?"

Ben gave him a quick once-over, seeing no trace of deceit, he shook his head, "Nope, that's all. Thanks."

"Anytime," the colleague replied, offering a tight-lipped smile.

Ben soon left the storage room, sauntering casually towards the elevator. A small stock of drugs and an entry error right off the bat? He found that hard to swallow. Something fishy was definitely going on.

As Ben stepped into the elevator, its doors closed, reflecting his sharp, handsome features against the metallic surface, as cold and unreadable as ever. Whether Nick was involved or not, there was an 'insider' to be found in the institute.

day, at the

the haze from before his coma slowly lifted, bringing clarity back to his gaze. Above him loomed the stark white ceiling, and the distinct smell of hospital disinfectant hit his nose. His chest didn't hurt, but the numbness from the

He was still alive.

see Atlas leaning against the window,

face. He quickly

opened his eyes, lips parting slightly,

woke up, no need to rush to talk. Rest up and

again, recalling how he was taken from the medical school by a stranger who used his sister's

his raspy voice finally emerged, "Where's my

he quickly masked it and poured Nick a

If Atlas had only mentioned the first part, he might have believed him, but

knew all all too well about the tight security at the medical school.

man who t