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

Chapter 1461

Paul knew it was impossible for there to be no one watching outside, and given his current state, he had no means to resist. Taking Rea with him would only make things more difficult, ultimately preventing either of them from escaping.

He didn't mind being captured, but Rea was still young.

"Go," Paul said, struggling to raise his hand, trying to give Mirabella a push.

"You're not going anywhere today," Santos sneered, his people surrounded the place, and even if they fell for Cian's trick, escape was still out of the question.

Mirabella glanced at Santos with annoyance.

She kicked him away, then once again helped Paul up, sighing softly, "Morgan, you're still the same as ever."

Hearing this, Paul's eyes reddened even more.

Mirabella helped him sit down on a chair, "Since I've come, there's no way I'd leave empty-handed."

Looking at her, Paul saw her calm demeanor, and his underlying worries strangely began to dissipate.

Rea's character, she certainly wouldn't

his chest. He looked at Mirabella, who was now standing with her back slightly turned to him. His hand, slipping into

wrist just as he drew the gun, causing it to fly out of his hand and fall to the

Mirabella picked up the gun, and he found himself unable to muster any strength. His phone fell out of his pocket, but he

out to Mirabella,

Santos, slowly crouched down, and with the gun's muzzle, lifted his chin to look at

see if you're tougher or the safety of all

with the lives of the

"You're

up the phone that had slid

and held the power

Missed calls.

James, Wyatt,

the calls; it had been four hours since she disappeared, and

about four hours

normal for Atlas to call,

first to let him know