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

Chapter 1680

"Keep searching," James said with a calm determination, his eyes fixing on Mirabella's face. "Turn the world upside down if you have to, but find him."

"Yes, sir," Curtis responded. Even without James's orders, he was already on it.

Of all the people to mess with, they chose Ms. Mirabella-definitely not the smartest move.

After ending the call, Curtis sent some of his most reliable operatives to the chaotic zone. Someone with such a severe injury wouldn't have gotten far.

*Meanwhile, in a mansion at the center of the turmoil.

"You sure are tough," Asa remarked, wearing gloves as he skillfully removed the bullet from Santos's chest with forceps. "Just a hair more to the side, and not even the best surgeon could have saved you."

Santos lay there, drenched in sweat, the mask on his face starting to slip from the moisture. But that wasn't the main issue. What mattered was that the surgery had been done without anesthesia.

His body didn't respond to anesthetics.

that ordeal without a peep was nothing

Santos whispered, closing his eyes and gritting through the pain to get those words

on the mask, a mix of surprise and understanding. No wonder Santos

his work, Asa stitched up the wound, offering a

and the bloodied gown. "You should be

woman who'd already been exposed to his

an eyebrow at Santos. "I do, but it has some pretty serious side

Santos answered without a second

ago that extraordinary things often come

press further. He nodded, pulling out his phone

will drop off the drug soon. If your body can handle it, you might be up by tonight, and

know," Santos replied

why did you nab those students?

special. I just needed to