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.

a complicated expression flashed

he knew he had to start considering other options. It was becoming painfully clear that

Murray had often regretted placing his bets

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

"Isn't there anything

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

heart

l.ne

smoothed his coat, and looked at Murray with a nonchalant air. "Since you seer confident, I expect to see some real results in two

weapons they failed to

for Murray to reply, he walked

in thought, his expression shifting with

concerns.

exited the manor and settled into the car, his trusted aide in the passenger seat turned to him. "By the way, Prince, Bowe