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

Chapter 1674

Mirabella's eyes swept over Santos' actions, and a sly smile played on her lips. "Seems like you didn't do your homework on your opponent," she teased.

Santos frowned, trying to decipher her words, but before he could, an intense, deadly vibe hit him. Instinctively, he shifted his body just in time.

But not quite fast enough. A sharp, needle-like pain jabbed into his temple. His eyes narrowed as he pressed his hand against the spot, a mix of shock and pain flooding his system.

He glanced back to find a slender silver needle lodged in the old, weathered wall behind him. Lowering his hand, he noticed a smear of red on his fingertips, and a shiver ran down his spine.

From that angle, with such force... If he hadn't reacted quickly and been in disguise, it could have been much worse than a graze-it might have hit him square in the forehead.

Santos quickly scanned the area below, but Mirabella was gone, vanished into thin air.

His heart raced. He knew Mirabella was skilled, but he hadn't expected her to be so unaffected, striking and then disappearing so effortlessly...

Her resistance to danger seemed to have leveled up.

noise came from behind. Santos spun around, locking

you're underestimating?" she taunted, her eyes flicking to the knife in his

palm, and the knife slipped from his grasp, clattering to the

panic. Instead, he let out

gunmen emerged from the shadows, their weapons trained on Mirabella. Santos ignored the knife on the ground, pulling a small porcelain bottle from

paused, letting the weight of his

lives are just a

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off."

their weapons at

over the

was backed into a

a few moments beforez responding, "Alright, let

tone was casual, as if the stakes meant nothing to