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

Chapter 1691

The car sped along the road for a bit before slowing down again. Each bump made Santos look paler, and if you looked closely, you'd notice a light sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"What a drag," the driver muttered, clearly unimpressed.

They'd been trailing someone, but halfway through, the pursuit was abandoned. It was almost too easy to give up. Santos leaned back in his seat, glancing at the rearview mirror. Despite the lingering pain in his chest, he didn't seem bothered. "Did they give up?"

"Yeah, they backed off on their own," the driver replied, running a hand lazily through his hair.

The traffic light ahead turned red, and he hit the brakes, catching a faint medicinal smell in the air. He turned to look at Santos, finally taking in his appearance. With a raised eyebrow, he remarked, "Your disguise this time... is pretty convincing."

"Yeah, it is," Santos replied, a bit stiffly. Thankfully, his face was a mask, hiding any embarrassment. Clearing his throat, he added, "Drop me off at Riverside University."

minding being treated

by the curb outside Riverside

said as he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door. His foot was just about to touch the

now," the driver

Remembering the man's cold demeanor, he pushed down

door closed, the SUV zoomed off without hesitation. Standing there with a box in his hands, Santos took a deep

hurried out from the university to

to help you with checking the lab equipment," the assistant explained while leading

lab gear, yet he only brought a small box that didn't