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

Chapter 1675

As Santos' crew marched towards Mirabella with the meds, a deafening blast rang out from outside, rattling the house to its core. Everyone's faces shifted in sync with the shock.

Amid the chaos, Mirabella sprang into action. She smoothly kicked a gunman behind her to the ground, then spun around to snatch a gun from another who was too slow to react. A quick twist, and the weapon was in her grip.

Santos and his crew were caught off guard. As gunfire erupted, more of his guards hit the floor. Santos himself barely dodged a bullet, diving out of harm's way.

"Damn it!" he cursed under his breath, awkwardly ducking further shots. He grabbed Blaze by the neck, yanking him forward as a human shield. "Try anything, and he's done for," Santos threatened.

Mirabella had just taken down another gunman. At Santos' threat, she turned her head casually.

Blaze, caught in a chokehold, was flushed and far from his usual charming self. Mirabella's eyes, usually calm and misty, narrowed sharply.

She strode towards Santos.

Blaze and took a couple of steps back. He knew Mirabella was a force to reckon with; a hostage might not

it didn't matter. He figured it was all about to

towards the railing. With a swift kick, he sent Blaze Stumbling. The decaying rail couldn't hold, and Blaze teetered on the edge. A fall from the

didn't see this coming. She lunged forward, grabbing Blaze's shirt just

arms scraping against the stone and leaving

Blaze gasped, ghostly pale. "Is this

that prize from the

muttered, trembling with hihet

shut.