The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1674

Mirabella's eyes swept over Santos' actions, and a sly smile played on her lips. "Seems like you didn't do your homework on your opponent," she teased.

Santos frowned, trying to decipher her words, but before he could, an intense, deadly vibe hit him. Instinctively, he shifted his body just in time.

But not quite fast enough. A sharp, needle-like pain jabbed into his temple. His eyes narrowed as he pressed his hand against the spot, a mix of shock and pain flooding his system.

He glanced back to find a slender silver needle lodged in the old, weathered wall behind him. Lowering his hand, he noticed a smear of red on his fingertips, and a shiver ran down his spine.

From that angle, with such force... If he hadn't reacted quickly and been in disguise, it could have been much worse than a graze—it might have hit him square in the forehead.

Santos quickly scanned the area below, but Mirabella was gone, vanished into thin air.

His heart raced. He knew Mirabella was skilled, but he hadn't expected her to be so unaffected, striking and then disappearing so effortlessly...

Her resistance to danger seemed to have leveled up.

Suddenly, a soft noise came from behind. Santos spun around, locking eyes with Mirabella. Her gaze was icy and unyielding.

"Pulling the same trick again? Who do you think you're underestimating?" she taunted, her eyes flicking to the knife in his hand. As she spoke, her fingers moved ever so slightly at her side.

In an instant, Santos felt a tingling sensation in his palm, and the knife slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor.

Santos knew better. He'd seen her fierce side before.

After some thought, Santos nodded to one of his men. With a shared understanding, the man began pulling Blaze, Patrick, and the others up one by one.

Once they were up, their ropes remained tied, but Mirabella didn't press for their release. This was enough for her.

At least it eased one worry.

"If you try anything funny, they won't make it," Santos warned, passing the porcelain bottle to his associate to administer to Mirabella.