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

Chapter 1433

Ben looked at the silver needle with a sudden ominous feeling rising in his heart. He even ignored the pain in his body and looked at her warily. "What are you doing? Don't you want to know where James is?"

The silver needle gleamed coldly under the light. Mirabella's gaze was indifferent as she looked at Ben. "Underestimating someone can have dire consequences." With those words, she plunged the needle into a specific point on Ben's head. After dealing with Ben, Mirabella didn't give him another glance. She walked over to Lisa, checked her pulse, and, seeing she was mostly fine, felt relieved.

Mirabella didn't wake Lisa up. Instead, she scanned the enclosed room, her gaze finally landing on a smartphone lying on the table. She stood up and walked over to it.

The phone, which Ben had turned off, was hers. Since they were in the basement, there was no signal when she turned it back on, but the Messenger app showed two unread messages.

Mirabella opened Messenger; both messages were from James. Thinking back to what Ben had said, she quickly switched the phone to computer mode and entered some commands.

Soon, a holographic projection screen displayed a red dot for the location, not far from their current location-about a ten-minute drive.

Mirabella picked up her phone, no longer delaying, and lifted the unconscious Lisa in her arms.

Before leaving, she stopped by a data monitoring device, glanced at the halted data, and with a few taps on the keyboard, the device screen went black.

the data, she carried

was Ben's private residence and unguarded, Mirabella

towards the location marked

hard on the accelerator. She didn't stop at red lights, driving the

On the other side.

the address sent by Ben. As soon as he stepped into the warehouse,

was a burly foreigner, his identity revealed by the ferocious

out from behind his ear, despite wearing a

his eyes, feeling a sudden chill. It was the

Quite a big move.

he?" James asked, his voice devoid of any emotion, his cold aura undiminished by the heavy weapons surrounding him, if anything,

him dared to take him

that this man's skill with weapons was terrifying, making any weapon seem like a

English, didn't know who James was asking

when James asked about someone, he didn't bother to explain, merely cracked