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.

with absolute power aiming for her shoulder, the force

she effortlessly shifted her stance,

anticipated this, not showing concern but

previously hidden, moved; in the next instant, a silver

you think I had only one plan?" Santos withdrew the needle, its tip stained with a droplet of

with a triumphant expression: "The real

Mirabella's pupils contracted,

on her face. The hand that had been grasping Santos's arm suddenly weakened, and the next moment, she

fall to the ground, Santos's eyes briefly flashed with disdain. All that bravado, and yet she was once again in

then ordered his men to

was bundled into

lot returned to its previous state of tranquility, as if nothing had ever

**

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