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

Chapter 1463

Although the steward didn't know what Miss Mira was going to do in Province Y,

he nodded immediately, "Of course, I'll contact the aviation authority right away to request a flight path."

Mirabella nodded slightly, thanking him once more.

Turning around, Mirabella re-entered the lounge, not even glancing at Santos, but speaking to Paul, "Paul, I have something urgent to attend to. I'll arrange for someone to take you to the hospital, and I'll come visit you later in the evening."

Paul, who had regained some strength, looked at Mirabella. Though she appeared normal, the sadness in the depths of her eyes did not escape him. He gently patted her arm without asking further, "Alright, you go ahead."

"Okay."

Mirabella left the lounge.

Soon, Santos and his men were taken away, and Paul was transported to the hospital.

*

Davis family's steward was incredibly efficient; in less than ten

eyes staring out the window, vacant and lifeless. Her fingers had already pierced her palm, yet she seemed to feel nothing at

also seemed to drag on. A little over an hour later, the plane

her sore eyes, stood up, and disembarked from the plane. Her slender figure carried an indescribable sadness, and the accompanying steward dared not say much, only quietly following

exit. Mirabella had messaged him before boarding the plane. Seeing her, he

bit hoarse, asking, "Where is my

replied softly, "Her body has already been

light hum, turned to the Davis family's steward, and told him there was

fell silent

Mirabella back to

at

took two hours

the entrance of an alley, where James, wearing a dark long coat, was

man standing

eyes. She opened the door and stepped out, standing in front of James. A cold wind brushed her face, making her shiver, ber

a state, felt a pang of heartache. He reached out to hold her cold hand, and after a while, he spoke,

only the bone-chilling cold. She