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.

behind. Santos spun around,

eyes flicking to the knife in his hand. As she

instant, Santos felt a tingling sensation in his palm, and the knife slipped from his

panic. Instead, he let out a cold laugh. "To handle you, this method will do

from the shadows, their weapons trained on Mirabella. Santos ignored the knife on the ground, pulling a small porcelain bottle from his pocket. "I'm a man of principles," he

paused, letting the weight

it. In Merrywoods, three lives are just

Stok in. "Of

off."

at Blaze and the

dangling over

was backed into

at Santos and the ominous gun barrels, weighing her options for a few moments beforez responding, "Alright, let them down, and

was casual, as if the stakes