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

Chapter 1718

The Earl's Manor.

When the secretary showed up, Murray was already busy entertaining an important guest, so he had no choice but to wait in the downstairs parlor, trying not to disturb the proceedings.

In the coffee room, Murray gently refilled the coffee cup of the blonde man seated at the head of the table. "I'll have another go at negotiating with the Weapons Bureau."

The blonde man's skin was pale, almost ghostly, and he shot Murray a glance that was tinged with sarcasm. "You really think there's any wiggle room left?"

Murray felt a cold sweat trickle down his back and he lowered his head slightly. "I believe the Weapons Bureau won't dare refuse us."

"Us?" Lockie's lips, devoid of color, curled slightly. "What respect can a man who's on death's door command?"

Murray looked up, clearly worried. "Your health..."

Lockie suddenly broke into a harsh cough, the kind that brought just a hint of color to his pale cheeks, but it only made him look more delicate, like he was on the brink of collapse.

this, a complicated expression flashed across Murray's

to start considering other options. It was becoming painfully clear that despite Lockie being the legitimate heir, his frail

watching Lockie weaken, Murray had often regretted placing his bets

down, the coughing subsided. He tucked away his handkerchief and said, "Don't worry.

"Isn't there anything the First Base

smile. "We'll just have to leave it to

this, Murray's heart

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and looked at Murray with

the batch of weapons they failed

for Murray to reply, he

in thought, his expression shifting

concerns.

in the passenger seat turned to him. "By the way, Prince, Bowe just called. He mentioned a friend has a remedy that