The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1822

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A slender silver needle lay on the open napkin, and Santos needed only a quick glance to guess who it belonged to. In the clan, only Cian and Nellie were known for using silver needles as hidden weapons.

If it was Nellie’s handiwork, it made sense that Hartlee had been caught off guard. Nellie had this habit of coating her needles with poison, and although Hartlee's body was toughened against most toxins, only the deadliest could really take him down.

Santos took a moment to think, then took the needle from Hartlee's hand, napkin and all, and brought it to his nose for a sniff.

He quickly figured it out. “This needle’s coated with a strong anesthetic. Not deadly, but it can knock someone out for a bit.”

“Well, I guess I should be glad it wasn’t something more lethal,” Hartlee replied with a dry smile.

Nearby, the head of security was sweating bullets, his head bowed lower as he kept apologizing.

Santos pulled himself together and turned to Hartlee, “How do you know she’s already made her escape?”

“My ID card,” Hartlee said, his face a mix of anger and embarrassment. It seemed he'd never faced such humiliation before.

With Hartlee's explanation, Santos's doubts faded, and he stopped questioning him. It was a shame Nellie had slipped away so easily.

He glanced back at the computer screen, his mood calming a bit. Thankfully, there was still Cian. With her in his grasp, Nellie was bound to show up again.

Today, he couldn’t let Cian get away either. A dark look crossed Santos’s face as he paused and gave the head of security a way out. “Captain Ho, gather a team and come with me.”