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

Chapter 1456

It wasn't that the trickery of warfare was unfamiliar to Santos; rather, he had already upgraded his concoctions, making them more potent and domineering than those he had crafted three years prior.

Why wouldn't he be fully prepared when he personally decided to confront this youngster?

Santos was confident about this.

"Oh, let's give it a try then," Mirabella said, nodding and slowly rolling up her sleeves.

This place was indeed perfect, secluded enough that any noise wouldn't risk being overheard.

Seeing her actions and her seemingly unaffected demeanor, Santos's brow furrowed, though his expression was hidden behind the mask he wore.

After about ten seconds, seeing that the woman remained unmoved, Santos finally realized his concoction might have lost its effect on her.

With his thoughts rapidly shifting, Santos, fully aware of Mirabella's combat prowess, snapped his fingers in the air. In an instant, a dozen henchmen emerged from the shadows into Mirabella's view.

the distance to Mirabella, his palm charged with absolute power aiming

her ground, Mirabella merely curled her lips into a slight smirk. As Santos's palm descended, she effortlessly shifted her stance, her hand

seemed to have anticipated this, not showing concern but rather

moved; in the next instant,

withdrew the needle, its tip stained with a droplet of blood, and as he did,

triumphant expression:

Mirabella's pupils contracted,

apparent on her face. The hand that had been grasping Santos's arm

her fall to the ground, Santos's eyes briefly flashed with disdain. All that

then ordered his men to

was bundled into a

previous state of tranquility, as if nothing had ever

**

been waiting in the rest area, checked the time on his watch. It had been twenty minutes since