The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1431

As the line was disconnected, the data progress bar on the nearby monitor, which had been rapidly climbing towards ninety, came to a sudden halt and ceased to move further.

Ben's pupils contracted, his boiling blood as if doused with cold water. He lifted his head, only then noticing the girl on the bed had awakened.

Had his drug lasted only half an hour?

Narrowing his eyes, Ben twirled the black ring on his index finger, while his other hand swiftly drew a gun from his waist, pointing it at Mirabella, "I didn't expect you to wake up so soon."

Mirabella disregarded the weapon in Ben's hand, smoothly rolling off the bed to land on her feet, her gaze sweeping over the monitor and once again gathering a murderous intent in her eyes.

She had always wondered why Ben was interested in her, and now it seemed it was her computational talent displayed in the laboratory that had caught his attention.

Although she had later tried to hide it, if one were to closely examine the databases she worked on, it would be hard to escape his notice.

She should have known better and walked away the moment she detected the nauseating scent of chemicals on Ben.

"You're bold," Ben spoke again, the dark barrel of the gun still aimed at Mirabella's chest, not underestimating her despite her lack of weapons. "But unfortunately, you're now in my hands."

After speaking, Ben's finger lightly squeezed the trigger, the sound sharply echoing in the vast, enclosed space.

Mirabella, though pale, spoke with indifference, "Really? I think you're the one seeking death."

Ben then stood up from his chair, gun in hand, and stepped towards Mirabella, "Pride needs a foundation. Which do you think is faster, your skills or my bullet?"