The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1456

It wasn't that the trickery of warfare was unfamiliar to Santos; rather, he had already upgraded his concoctions, making them more potent and domineering than those he had crafted three years prior.

Why wouldn't he be fully prepared when he personally decided to confront this youngster?

Santos was confident about this.

"Oh, let's give it a try then," Mirabella said, nodding and slowly rolling up her sleeves.

This place was indeed perfect, secluded enough that any noise wouldn't risk being overheard.

Seeing her actions and her seemingly unaffected demeanor, Santos's brow furrowed, though his expression was hidden behind the mask he wore.

After about ten seconds, seeing that the woman remained unmoved, Santos finally realized his concoction might have lost its effect on her.

With his thoughts rapidly shifting, Santos, fully aware of Mirabella's combat prowess, snapped his fingers in the air. In an instant, a dozen henchmen emerged from the shadows into Mirabella's view.

Simultaneously, Santos swiftly closed the distance to Mirabella, his palm charged with absolute power aiming for her shoulder, the force of the strike palpable even in the air.

Standing her ground, Mirabella merely curled her lips into a slight smirk. As Santos's palm descended, she effortlessly shifted her stance, her hand moving seemingly slowly yet with incredible speed to grasp the arm extended before her.

Santos's advance was halted, yet he seemed to have anticipated this, not showing concern but rather a strange smile.

At that moment, his other hand, previously hidden, moved; in the next instant, a silver needle from his fingertip pierced into Mirabella's body.

"Did you think I had only one plan?" Santos withdrew the needle, its tip stained with a droplet of blood, and as he did, his lips curled into a smirk, his gaze returning to Mirabella's face with a triumphant expression: "The real contingency plan was this."