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."

a junior research fellow at Phantom Watch. Joen had been the one to

Ms. Mirabella was in the crosshairs of those from the base,

speculations, promised to follow up,

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

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

four

chair No wonder Santos held such a high rank at

it's Leon's serum that did the trick,"

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

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

about being discovered. Once dressed, he

Asa raised an eyebrow.

minutes later, Santos stepped out, but his

appeared to be in his

twenties, with strikingly pale

features that weren't

but carried a