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

Chapter 1431

As the line was disconnected, the data progress bar on the nearby monitor, which had been rapidly climbing towards ninety, came to a sudden halt and ceased to move further.

Ben's pupils contracted, his boiling blood as if doused with cold water. He lifted his head, only then noticing the girl on the bed had awakened.

Had his drug lasted only half an hour?

Narrowing his eyes, Ben twirled the black ring on his index finger, while his other hand swiftly drew a gun from his waist, pointing it at Mirabella, "I didn't expect you to wake up so soon."

Mirabella disregarded the weapon in Ben's hand, smoothly rolling off the bed to land on her feet, her gaze sweeping over the monitor and once again gathering a murderous intent in her eyes.

She had always wondered why Ben was interested in her, and now it seemed it was her computational talent displayed in the laboratory that had caught his attention.

Although she had later tried to hide it, if one were to closely examine the databases she worked on, it would be hard to escape his notice.

She should have known better and walked away the moment she detected the nauseating scent of chemicals on Ben.

again, the dark barrel of the gun still aimed at Mirabella's chest, not underestimating her despite her lack of weapons. "But unfortunately, you're now in my

lightly squeezed the trigger, the sound sharply

indifference, "Really? I think you're

then stood up from his chair, gun in hand, and stepped towards Mirabella, "Pride needs

Ben approach, the dark muzzle

approssing against her forehead,

she remained as calm asof it were merely

utter lack of

far more interesting than he

circumstances had forged such a composed and unflappable

that she was in his hands, he would eventually

until Ben seemed to recall something. "Oh, I almost forgot. You've been

eyes slightly narrowed, still silent,

be waiting for him any longer." Ben