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

Chapter 1645

Dylan nodded. "Yeah, this whole area is off-limits because of the Weapons

Bureau warehouses. Regular folks can't just wander in, which is why I asked if you know someone there."

Mirabella turned off the holographic display on her phone, lost in thought. That guy must still be busy.

"Are you planning to head over there, boss? We can hang around the perimeter if you want," Dylan asked again, his curiosity piqued.

Anyone his father was so focused on finding had to be someone special.

With that thought, Dylan was about to turn the car around, eager to see what might unfold.

Mirabella shot him a glance. "Take me back to the hotel."

"Oh."

Despite his curiosity, Dylan changed his mind and turned off the blinker.

A short drive later, they pulled up in front of the hotel. Mirabella waved at Dylan as she got out.

Once the car disappeared down the street, she turned and walked into the hotel.

her hair air-dry while she grabbed her phone from the

calls

business could be this

awake, Mirabella lazily settled onto the couch, picked up the

*

the fierce gunfire had finally ended, and the night resumed its deep, quiet

black tactical gear still carrying

raised his hand, his striking features showing no concern. "It's nothing.

sighed in relief and checked

yel

frowned slightly, then peeled off his gloves, tossing them to Curtis before striding out of the warehouse "You handle the

in

saw Curtis alone

turned back.

Hope it's not serious," Wyatt said, worry in

be fine,"

a quick look at

wound. "Go inventory the

I'm heading to Mr. Link's