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."

Phantom Watch. Joen had been the one

those

promised to

chest. In just a day, the wound had healed completely, leaving behind only a pink

who didn't know better, it

should've taken three or four months

a nearby chair No wonder Santos held

trick," Santos

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

watching Santos get dressed at a snail's pace. "The folks outside

unfazed about being discovered. Once dressed, he headed

Asa raised an eyebrow.

his face was no longer the same

be in his

twenties, with strikingly pale

that

a