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

After a brief pause, with his mind a bit foggy, Nick bit his tongue hard to snap himself back to reality. With effort, he managed to pull a syringe from his pocket. His hand shook almost uncontrollably as he injected the adrenaline into his vein.

Two minutes later, Nick felt strength gradually seeping back into his body. But he knew it was just a temporary boost, courtesy of the adrenaline-it wouldn't last long. He needed to get out of the research institute before the effects wore off.

Voices floated in from outside, and Nick glanced down at his disposable protective suit, slowly peeling it off. Underneath, there were faint traces of blood that had seeped through.

Taking a deep breath, Nick decided not to remove the inner protective layer. Instead, he flipped up the collar of his black turtleneck sweater, adjusted it a bit, and grabbed the down jacket hanging nearby, slipping it on. He balled up the blood-stained protective suit and tossed it aside before opening the changing room door and stepping out.

His colleagues had already changed back into their clothes, leaving their protective suits casually draped over a nearby chair. Nick quickly scooped them up and tossed them into the trash can, earning a chuckle from his coworkers as they all headed out.

The test subject from the experiment had been moved to an adjacent observation room, and someone was tidying up the shelves. Only Manuel and Ben were left in the lab.

Nick was about to say goodbye when Manuel approached him directly. "Mirabella, right? Don't rush off just yet. We need to talk about today's patient in my office."

"Sorry, I might need to head out early," Nick said, fiddling with his fingers.

Manuel frowned. A researcher should prioritize the institute's tasks, he thought. "I won't keep you long," he insisted. "We just need to wrap up the surgery data."

Nick met Manuel's firm gaze and, after a moment, reluctantly nodded. Satisfied, Manuel patted him on the shoulder and went to change.

Nick's expression stayed unchanged as he left the lab, leaning against the wall, his eyes somewhat lifeless Since Manuel had only asked for him, his two colleagues and the

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Manuel returned shortly, now in different clothes. His office was on the seventh floor, and they took the elevator up.

The adrenaline would only keep Nick

going for about twenty minutes. Yet, once in the office, Manuel got caught up reviewing documents with other professors, delaying their discussion. swnovel

Time dragged on, and Nick sat slumped in a chair, his hand slipping off the armrest repeatedly. Ben, mid-conversation with Manuel, happened to glance at Nick and noticed his drained expression and ghostly pale face-a telltale sign of significant blood loss.

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Ben's eyes narrowed with suspicion. Breaking off his chat with Manuel, he walked

over to Nick. As he approached, a faint metallic scent hit his nose.

Was that... blood?noveldrama