The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1796

Penelope eyed the girl across from her—raven hair, dark eyes, skin as pale as alabaster, and features that seemed to glow under the sunlight. It was a stark contrast to the laid-back attitude she had seen when they first crossed paths at the hospital.

Penelope’s gaze sharpened, her voice steady and unwavering, “I won’t hold back for anyone.”

Mirabella, casually gripping her wrist, nodded with her usual cool demeanor, “Good, otherwise winning wouldn’t be as satisfying.”

Penelope let out a soft laugh, whether mocking or amused by Mirabella’s words was hard to tell. In the next heartbeat, she was in motion.

She moved with blinding speed, closing the distance between them in an instant, her hand cutting through the air with deadly precision, leaving no room for hesitation.

As the attack came barreling toward her, Mirabella shifted her shoulder slightly to the right, her long leg sweeping forward with equal force and precision.

Penelope deftly dodged the counterattack, surprise flickering in her eyes. It seemed she hadn’t expected Mirabella to be this skilled.

But that was fine; it meant she could fight without holding back. A fierce determination lit up in Penelope’s eyes, and her punches became even more ferocious.

The two of them clashed like seasoned warriors, neither giving an inch.

Down below, members of the Davis family watched in awe, especially surprised to see Mirabella holding her ground so effortlessly.

“Miss Penelope is top three in the family, stronger than most of the guys. Who would've thought Miss Mira could stand toe-to-toe with her? And with such ease?”

“Looks like Miss Penelope might not be able to take Miss Mira down after all.”

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