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

Chapter 1689

Curtis was hanging out downstairs, waiting.

"James, how's Ms. Mirabella holding up?" he asked quietly, casting a glance up the stairs.

"We'll have to wait and see," James replied, sinking into the sofa. He looked exhausted, his eyes bloodshot from a sleepless night.

Curtis nodded. "Ms. Mirabella's tough. She'll pull through."

She's a force to be reckoned with; it takes more than this to knock her down.

James loosened his collar and rubbed his shoulder before focusing back on Curtis. "Still no luck finding him?"

Curtis lowered his head, feeling a bit ashamed. "No... We've combed the whole area, and there's no one matching the description you gave-alive or dead. I suspect he's not in the danger zone anymore."

James squinted, his sharp face showing hints of tiredness. After a pause, he said, "Well, they came prepared. It's no shock we can't track him down."

Curtis listened, his head hanging even lower. "I'll keep digging into their background."

James gave a slight nod and, as if remembering something, opened his eyes again. "Start with Joen."

fellow at Phantom Watch. Joen had been the one to hide Summer

Mirabella was in the crosshairs of those from the base, things were about to

speculations, promised to

checked out the scar on his chest. In just a day, the wound

who didn't know better, it wouldn't

three or four months

fastest healer I've ever seen using that serum," Asa commented lazily from a nearby chair No

the trick," Santos

was just a deception. Each time he moved, the muscles in his

drummed his fingers on his knee, watching Santos get dressed at a snail's pace. "The folks outside probably haven't cleared out

unfazed about being discovered. Once dressed, he

Asa raised an eyebrow.

minutes later, Santos stepped out, but his face was no longer the same

be in his

twenties, with strikingly pale

that

a certain refined