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

Paul knew it was impossible for there to be no one watching outside, and given his current state, he had no means to resist. Taking Rea with him would only make things more difficult, ultimately preventing either of them from escaping.

He didn't mind being captured, but Rea was still young.

"Go," Paul said, struggling to raise his hand, trying to give Mirabella a push.

"You're not going anywhere today," Santos sneered, his people surrounded the place, and even if they fell for Cian's trick, escape was still out of the question.

Mirabella glanced at Santos with annoyance.

She kicked him away, then once again helped Paul up, sighing softly, "Morgan, you're still the same as ever."

Hearing this, Paul's eyes reddened even more.

Mirabella helped him sit down on a chair, "Since I've come, there's no way I'd leave empty-handed."

Looking at her, Paul saw her calm demeanor, and his underlying worries strangely began to dissipate.

Concern leads to chaos, and knowing Rea's character, she certainly wouldn't act rashly.

Santos, who was kicked to the ground, had his hand on his chest. He looked at Mirabella, who was now standing with her back slightly turned to him. His hand, slipping into his jacket, had already touched the gun.noveldrama

However, Mirabella, as if foreseeing his move, turned around and kicked his wrist just as he drew the gun, causing it to fly out of his hand and fall to the ground.

Santos's pupils shrank, watching as Mirabella picked up the gun, and he found himself unable to muster any strength. His phone fell out of his pocket, but he didn't care, just coldly staring at Mirabella, "If you dare touch me, we'll all go down together today."

Paul, worried, called out to Mirabella, "Rea."

But Mirabella just smiled, walked over to Santos, slowly crouched down, and with the gun's muzzle, lifted his chin to look at his face, then spoke, "I'm the last person to be threatened."

Santos's eyes showed no fear, only madness, "Then let's see if you're tougher or the safety of all these people at the airport is more important."

He was gambling with the lives of the passengers at the airport.

Mirabella scoffed, "You're overestimating yourself."

She picked up the phone that had slid out of Santos's pocket, which was hers.

The phone was off, and she pressed and held the power button. As soon as it turned on, several notifications popped up.

Missed calls.

From James, Wyatt, and Atlas.

Mirabella skimmed through the calls; it had been four hours since she disappeared, and these calls

were all from about four hours ago.

It was normal for Atlas to call, but what did James want?

Pondering, Mirabella decided to call Atlas back first to let him know she was alright.

"Miss Mira, where are you now?" Atlas finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly asked.

Mirabella simply said, "I'll send you my location."

"Okay."

Soon after Atlas received a location

sent from Mirabella via Messenger. After seeing it, he quickly said, "Stay there, I arrange for someone from our team to pick you up in about five minutes."

The Davis family had a private jet line in the area.

After hanging up the call, Mirabella calmly pulled another chair over to sit down,

her fingers casually spinning the gun.

Seeing this, Santos's heart sank completely. When he tried to speak again, his gaze fell on the neckla that had slipped out from the collar of her shirt.

His eyes suddenly sharpened.