The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1760

The second floor was eerily quiet, a world away from the lively chaos of the ballroom downstairs. In the corridor, the maid who had earlier taken Mirabella to her room lay sprawled on the floor, a large pool of blood beneath her slowly congealing. It was clear she'd been dead for about ten minutes.

“She was killed with a single shot,” Wyatt noted immediately, assessing the scene with practiced eyes.

Nick clenched his fists, his face a storm of worry and anger. He couldn't bear the thought of his sister facing danger. Memories of his own kidnapping haunted him, a despair he could never shake.

“Mira’s tougher than she looks,” James said, picking up on Nick's anxiety.

“I know,” Nick replied quietly. He'd always known Mirabella wasn’t as innocent as she seemed, but he had let her play the part.

The three of them swiftly searched the second floor for Mirabella, checking every room and potential hiding spot. All they found was emptiness. Not even a hint of a struggle.

Minutes later, they regrouped. Nick’s patience had run dry, and he pulled out his phone, barking into it: “Seal off all the exits of the Duke's estate. No one leaves.”

With a menacing air, he descended the stairs.

“James, this could get ugly,” Wyatt warned, watching Nick's intense demeanor. “Should we try to stop Mr. Davis?”

The Duke's estate wasn’t just any wealthy family’s home. There was power here. Traditionally, you didn’t pick a fight with the authorities. A public showdown in front of so many noble families and ministers would be like slapping the royal family's face, and the fallout...

James just gave a cold chuckle. He seemed less visibly angry than Nick, but his eyes were steely. “If Murray’s bold enough to pull this, he better brace for the aftermath.”

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