The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 963

The Shepherd family had their hands in many businesses, but their real game was arms dealing.

The group that showed up tonight didn't flash any guns, which meant they weren't here to fight but to provoke, to send a message.

Curtis smirked, feeling sorry for them. They picked the wrong people to mess with. If the Shepherd family were that easy to scare off, they'd have been wiped out of Riverdale ages ago.

James, who'd been quiet for a while, finally spoke up, "Tomorrow, deliver that batch of weapons to Sam."

Curtis's eyes widened in shock, "Is that really a good idea?"

Sure, shifting the heat somewhere else could save them a headache.

But it would definitely put Sam in a tight spot.

James leaned back on the sofa, his voice lazy, "Aren't we citizens of this country, entitled to protection?"

Curtis's lips twitched, "But he's your uncle."

James shot Curtis a look that said he was stating the obvious.

Curtis touched his nose, realizing just how ruthless James had become, not even sparing his own uncle.

"Alright then, I'll handle it tomorrow," Curtis conceded.

"Good," James replied curtly.

Then Curtis remembered something, "Oh, James, that portable pistol you put together the other day, the designer's a genius. It's way more powerful than the K9."

He'd seen its power firsthand when he delivered it to James, and the memory still blew his mind.

James said no more, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly exhausted.

Sensing it was time to go, Curtis left without another word.

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Elsewhere.

Austin had just walked into his mansion, leisurely changing into his slippers. With the housekeeper off for the day and his wife abroad with their son for his studies, he had the whole place to himself.

In his forties, Austin still looked youthful, a trait that ran strong in the Cunningham family. He shared some resemblance with Delilah, both having chiseled features.

He headed to the bar, grabbed a bottle of champagne from the shelf, and poured himself half a glass.