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.

absolute power

lips into a slight smirk. As Santos's palm descended, she effortlessly shifted her stance, her

he seemed to have anticipated this, not

hand, previously hidden, moved; in the next instant, a silver needle from his fingertip pierced into Mirabella's

stained with a droplet of blood, and as he did, his lips

to Mirabella's face with a triumphant expression: "The

Mirabella's pupils contracted,

Santos's arm

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

ordered his men

bundled into a

lot returned to its previous state of

**

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