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

painfully clear that despite Lockie

Murray had often regretted placing

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

anything the First Base

just shook his head with a wry smile. "We'll just have

heart sank even

l.ne

Base couldn't cure the prince, then it was grim indeed... Lockie stood up, smoothed his coat, and looked at Murray with a nonchalant air. "Since you seer confident, I expect

was referring to the batch of weapons they failed to secure at

waiting for Murray to

lost in thought, his expression

concerns.

turned to him. "By the way, Prince, Bowe just called. He mentioned a friend has a remedy that might be worth trying for