The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1436

It turns out to be someone from the mercenary group.

No wonder Ben had mentioned earlier, 'Her arrival was a pleasant surprise.' So, his target had always been James?

No, it shouldn't be Ben, but the person behind him.

Mirabella gathered her thoughts, ignoring the cheetah, and walked in front of James, looking him up and down before asking, "Are you hurt?"

James's eyelids drooped slightly, and then he coughed twice while pressing his chest. His stern face indeed looked somewhat pale, but he shook his head and said softly, "It shouldn't be a problem, luckily you arrived just in time."

Seeing this, Mirabella's eyebrows knitted slightly, and she directly reached out to grasp his wrist.

James coughed a few more times, suppressing it, sounding like he had suffered some internal injuries.

The cheetah, kneeling on one knee beside them, was astounded when he heard this cough. This man hadn't even touched him with a finger!

What's with this pretense of fragility?!

Mirabella released her grip from checking his pulse, and seeing James cough like that, she paused before reaching out to support him, "Your pulse is a bit erratic, but it's not a big issue."

James hummed lightly, naturally leaning on her.

The cheetah saw this and was shocked: "!!!"

James swept a cold glance at the cheetah, while hooking a finger around the hem of Mirabella's shirt, asking, "These people..."

Mirabella lifted her head emotionlessly, full of killing intent, "How do you want to deal with them?"

James seldom saw Mirabella like this, which stirred something in his heart, spreading and fermenting suddenly, irresistibly. He held her hand again, thought for a moment, and then said, "Fighting and killing isn't good."

The cheetah was puzzled: "???"

Mirabella, hearing this, fell silent for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "That's true, we should be more zen about this."

Mirabella glanced at the cheetah, "We are law-abiding citizens."

The cheetah: "......"

Forcing down the surge of blood to his throat, the cheetah asked in a deep voice, "How do I know you won't go back on your word after getting the money?"

"So, you think you have another choice?" Mirabella said calmly.

The cheetah's shoulders slumped, and after a long while, he struggled to take out his phone from his pocket.

Indeed, he had no other choice. Money could be earned again, but life, once gone, is gone forever.

After the transfer, the cheetah looked at Mirabella again, "You drugged us, right? Can you give us the antidote now?"

Being able to silently take him and his men down, it must have been some drug, if not something else.