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.

shower, letting her hair air-dry while she grabbed her phone

calls

could be this

lazily settled onto the couch, picked up

*

gunfire had finally ended, and the night

Mr. Link's men are all taken care of," Curtis reported, his black tactical gear still carrying

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

and checked

yel

frowned slightly, then peeled off his gloves, tossing them to Curtis before striding out of

in a rush, a

he saw Curtis alone

turned back. "He's

got grazed by a bullet. Hope it's not serious," Wyatt said,

should be fine,"

only taken a quick look

wound. "Go inventory the

heading to Mr.