The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1765

While the guards were on edge, Mirabella, still lounging comfortably in her chair, appeared more amused than afraid by the black-masked assassins standing before her.

"I'm actually quite curious to see what these so-called super assassins can really do," she remarked casually, tilting her head with a hint of a smirk and lazily flicking her fingers in the air. Her relaxed demeanor was laced with a clear challenge and a touch of arrogance.

"You think you can handle us?" one of the assassins taunted, though their faces were hidden, the irritation was palpable. Exchanging quick glances, they remembered their mission, and the closest one lunged at Mirabella.

To them, taking down a woman, regardless of her bravado, seemed like a walk in the park.

From his corner, shielded by his guards, Lockie couldn't hold back a warning shout, "Watch out!"

But before the assassin could make contact, his hand froze mid-air, as if caught by an unseen force, and he crumpled to the floor. The skin exposed outside his mask turned an eerie shade of purple.

The other assassins' eyes widened as confusion swept over them. Their bodies seized up, hearts pounding painfully, and breathing became a struggle. In less than two seconds, they too hit the floor with a thud.

Mirabella glanced at the fallen figures, a look of boredom crossing her face. "Super assassins, huh? That's all they've got?" she mused, remembering she had only used a pinch of her little one's homemade poison.

Lockie's guards, anticipating a dramatic showdown, were left stunned, their eyes wide, hands steadying in disbelief. "What just happened to them?" one blurted out.

A guard cautiously approached to check if the assassins were still breathing, but Mirabella's voice, calm yet firm, stopped him in his tracks. "Touch them if you want to join them."

The guard jerked his hand back, finally noticing the strange purple hue of their skin. "They’re...?"

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