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

Chapter 1332

Before Ben could catch his breath, he was shoved back into the driver's seat by someone in the back. As his eyes tried to focus on the road, a gunshot shattered the air. He barely had time to react before a force tore through him, from back to chest.

Pain exploded within him, and all Ben could see was a neat round hole in the windshield ahead. The unmistakable mark of a bullet.

His eyes widened in disbelief. Somehow, he regained enough control to move. His head drooped, and he glanced down at his chest, where bright red blood was gushing out.

Instinctively, Ben pressed his hand against the wound, feeling the warmth of his blood seep through his fingers as his face turned pale.

The car came to an automatic stop. In the back seat, Mirabella glanced at the bullet hole in the windshield, her expression unreadable. With a slight twitch of her lips, she opened the door and stepped out.

The night breeze tousled her hair, her eyes sharp and clear against the moonlit backdrop. As Ben's consciousness faded, his head leaned weakly against the door. Through the rearview mirror, he caught a glimpse of Mirabella's silhouette melting into the night, like a shadowy specter, disappearing from view.

Inside the car, Mirabella sat calmly. Up front, Atlas was at the wheel. He had been trailing Ben's car from afar, and the gunshot had nearly scared him out of his wits.

Now, seeing Miss Mira unharmed in the mirror, Atlas hesitated before stammering, "Miss Mira, do you really know how to handle a gun?"

His words broke the car's silence. Mirabella slowly turned her gaze from the window, her eyes still bright and clear. After a moment's thought, she replied earnestly, "I played with them when I was a kid, I suppose."

as

Miss Mira pulling his leg

decided to

die," Mirabella shrugged. She hadn't forgotten the security

offering Ben a taste seemed

was as if Ben had almost lost his

send the surveillance footage to the

"Doesn't matter."

had already restored some surveillance footage

last night.

to play the thief crying thief, 'd give him a

the cake

the thief from that night? Easy. Mirabella's lips curled

day at the

Dr. Ray's office.

Ray had barely settled in when his assistant