The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1762

The two doctors sprawled on the floor barely dared to breathe, with Wyatt's weapon trained on them.

"I'm afraid things aren't going to go your way," Wyatt said, his voice steady and cool. "If you won't hand over Ms. Mirabella, we'll have to keep these two doctors here as our guests."

These doctors were practically Murray’s lifeline now; dragging things out was like watching his life slip away. The countess started to panic; this wasn’t part of the plan. She never imagined the Davis family would be so bold, especially with all those high-society folks and government bigwigs around.

"The nerve of the Davis family! Do you have any idea what trouble you're courting?" the countess blustered, trying to throw her weight around.

"And do you know the cost of scheming against our mistress?" Wyatt shot back with a cold chuckle.

The Weapons Bureau might not have the clout of the Investigations Bureau, but it operated beyond the reach of any nation and played a pivotal role in balancing global arms development. Even royalty knew better than to cross them lightly. And Murray? To the royals, he was just another name on a list, easily replaced.

When Wyatt mentioned "mistress," the countess blinked in surprise, realizing he wasn’t wearing the Davis family’s emblem. Not one of theirs?

Someone in the crowd behind her piped up, "Isn’t that Mr. Wyatt, the right-hand man of the Weapons Bureau chief?"

"Not just any man — that is Mr. Wyatt himself!"

"Absolutely! If my husband hadn’t stepped in, James would be in a far worse state now!" the countess fired back without missing a beat.

Wyatt smirked, "For someone who wasn’t there, you seem awfully informed about the details. Makes one wonder if there’s more to the story."

The countess’s face froze, her palms clammy with cold sweat. She opened her mouth but no words came out.

"Let me remind you," Wyatt added, "we can wait around all day, but I doubt the count can afford that luxury."