The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1817

The call was still ongoing when Santos glanced up and spotted Mirabella emerging from the townhouse. His words trailed off, and he instinctively stepped back, blending into the shadows.

Before stepping out, Mirabella had already put on a mask and pulled the hood of her sweatshirt over her head. Her slightly messy bangs obscured her eyes, making her features even harder to discern. The streetlights flickered on, casting a glow over the dimming sky, and soon, she vanished down the street.

Santos stepped out, phone still in hand, his gaze lingering where Mirabella had disappeared. He changed his tone, "No need to send anyone over. Also, have the security team temporarily scale back a third of the base's entry defenses."

"Why?" came the puzzled voice on the other end.

"Just trust me on this. I have my reasons," Santos replied, not offering further details.

"Alright, but I'll need to inform the higher-ups," the voice hesitated before adding, "The main base just dealt with an intrusion. If we suddenly drop our guard, the intruder might slip away."

Santos was visibly taken aback but quickly reasoned that Cian wouldn’t show up without a good cause. He could almost guess the identity of this intruder.

A cold smirk crossed Santos's lips. Arrogant as ever. But this made things simpler—no need for elaborate plans anymore.

Soon enough, Santos ended the call and let his small pet out of his pocket before he headed back to the base.

She was focused on finding the intruder within half an hour, confirming if it was Nellie, and making a safe escape. Otherwise, knowing a certain someone’s temperament, they might just blow up the first base.

Mirabella quickly reached the base's outer perimeter. Before her was a futuristic, cube-like building, a stark contrast to the quaint town outside the gate.

There were no guards at the base’s entrance, but Mirabella knew that anyone without a pass would be instantly turned into Swiss cheese by the hidden infrared sensors. No matter how skilled, flesh and bone couldn’t withstand such powerful weapons.

Mirabella squinted, her fingers deftly manipulating the watch on her wrist. After about half a minute, she finally made her move.