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.

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

calls

kind of business could be

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

*

and the night

men are all taken care of," Curtis reported, his black tactical gear still carrying the scent of battle. He noticed the wound on James's arm and his

hand, his striking features showing no concern.

sighed in relief and checked his

yel

then peeled off his gloves, tossing them to Curtis before striding out of the warehouse

in

saw Curtis alone and glanced

turned back.

by a bullet. Hope it's not serious,"

should be

taken a quick

wound. "Go inventory the

heading to Mr.