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."

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

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

promised to follow up, and quickly left the

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

anyone who didn't know better, it wouldn't look

four

lazily from a nearby chair

Leon's serum that did the trick," Santos said

wound looked healed, it was just a deception. Each time

on his knee, watching Santos get dressed at a

Santos replied, unfazed about being discovered. Once

Asa raised an eyebrow.

out, but his face was no longer the same as

to be in

twenties, with strikingly pale

that

carried a certain refined