The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1764

Mirabella raised an eyebrow but didn't bother calling out the flimsy excuse. She could tell he wasn't up to any harm.

Just then, a nearby bodyguard unhooked a flask from his belt and handed it to Lockie. "Your Highness, it's time for your medicine."

Lockie eyed the flask, knowing full well it contained that intensely bitter herbal potion. His brows knitted tightly, but with a beautiful girl present, he accepted the flask without a fuss. He unscrewed the cap, tilted his head back, and downed the concoction in one go.

As soon as he finished, the bodyguard smoothly handed him a piece of candy, the kind usually reserved for kids. Lockie stared at the candy, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him. But he managed to keep his cool and took it, turning to Mirabella. "I've been unwell for a while and need to take medicine regularly."

Mirabella nodded understandingly. "Your condition does require herbal remedies."

She paused, her eyes landing on the flask, and asked, "Mind if I take a look at the medicine you’re drinking?"

Lockie handed the flask over to her. She opened it, took a quick sniff, and returned it with a knowing smile. Well, isn't this a small world?

"Is there something wrong with the medicine?" Lockie asked, noticing the curious expression on her face.

Mirabella simply smiled and said, "The doctor who prescribed this knows what they're doing."

Lockie was taken aback.

"If you keep taking this for six months, your health should improve a lot. You might not be as strong as some, but you've got another thirty or forty years in you, easy."

"Ah, I…" Just as Mirabella was about to respond, she sensed danger approaching. Her eyes narrowed, and she calmly changed her tone, "You should find a corner and stay hidden."

Lockie didn't quite get what she meant, but her serious expression clued him in that something was off. His bodyguard, though unable to sense the tension, had been trained for such situations. He immediately shielded Lockie and retreated behind the curtains in the corner.

They barely had time to hide before the door lock was mysteriously breached from the outside, and intruders burst in.

Five figures, dressed head-to-toe in black with face masks, swiftly surrounded Mirabella, who remained seated. They didn’t exude any obvious menace, yet their mere presence stirred a deep, instinctual fear.

Beads of cold sweat trickled down the forehead of Lockie's bodyguard, who was struggling to keep a steady grip on his gun. Who were these people to be so terrifying?