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.

spun around, locking eyes with Mirabella. Her gaze was icy

she taunted, her eyes flicking to the knife in his hand. As she spoke, her fingers moved

his palm, and the

let out a cold laugh. "To

he spoke, gunmen emerged 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

the weight of

three lives are just a blip. Easy

Stok in. "Of

off."

aimed their weapons at Blaze

dangling over the

backed into a

a few moments beforez responding, "Alright, let them down, and I'do what you

tone was casual, as if the stakes meant nothing