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.

peep was nothing

eyes and gritting through the

surprise and understanding. No wonder Santos always seemed so stoic-it

Asa stitched up the wound, offering a casual,

an hour later, he pulled off his gloves and the bloodied gown. "You should be up and about in

Santos frowned, thinking about the woman who'd already been exposed to his concoction. "I

Santos. "I do, but it has some pretty

answered without a

learned long ago that extraordinary things often come with a

further. He nodded, pulling out his phone to

he mentioned, "My guys will drop off the drug soon. If your body can handle it, you might be up by tonight, and back to

know," Santos replied

meant by "I know," simply smirking. "I'm curious, why did you nab those students? What makes them so important that it got the

students aren't special. I just needed