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

Chapter 1337

Ben furrowed his brow as two officers flanked him, lifting his arms so he couldn't put up a fight. Their grip was tight, tugging at the wound on his chest, making him wince and instinctively hunch over in pain. A nearby security captain caught sight of this and swiftly approached. "Hold on," he called out.

The officers turned to face him. The captain walked right up to Ben and, without a word, pressed his fingers against Ben's chest. Ben grunted and stepped back. Seeing this, the captain yanked down Ben's shirt, revealing a gunshot wound on his chest, clearly a through-and-through from the back.

"It was you," the captain asserted. The spot matched where he had hit an intruder that night, and the scabbing confirmed it. Ben locked eyes with the captain, suddenly understanding why the shot he took last night wasn't fatal. It was all a setup to pin him as the one who stole the documents. Even with shaky logic, the gunshot wound was enough to fool everyone for now. Plus, he'd been injected with some special base medication, speeding up his healing so the wound scabbed over quickly, making it harder to explain. No one would believe a gunshot wound could heal overnight.

Soon, Ben was taken away. As Brack was about to leave, Swanson called after him.

guy working on a banned project? Ignoring top-level rules like

frowned, "It's just a

got plenty to handle at the bureau,

not a fan of the hospital's smell, arranged for her discharge that day. Not long after leaving, while on her way back, she got a

might have conditions, but for you, there

away, "Can we swing by there

James nodded.