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."

Joen was Summer's professor at Merrywoods and a junior research fellow at Phantom Watch. Joen had been the one to hide

crosshairs of those from the base, things were about to get

promised to follow

In just a day, the

know better,

four months to

using that serum," Asa commented lazily from a nearby chair No

that did the trick," Santos said as he slowly

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

watching Santos get dressed at a snail's pace. "The folks outside probably haven't

unfazed about being discovered. Once dressed, he

Asa raised an eyebrow.

his face

be in his

twenties, with strikingly pale

features that

but carried a certain