When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180 Disguise

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“Of course, there’s also the fact that we can’t guarantee the meeting location is completely secure,” Ludwig, added, raising his brows slightly. “If outside forces discover any connection between us and Abyssal Choir, it won’t end well…”

“So,” he said, lips curling into a faint smile, “covering your face and concealing your appearance will save you a lot of unexpected trouble.”

Jean’s mouth twitched. “This is starting to feel like a heist…”

Ludwig’s smile widened. “Well, it’s not exactly a clean, aboveboard affair.”

Jean let it go. Her gaze shifted to his arm-

“How’s your injury?” she asked seriously, her eyes glinting with concern.

Ludwig raised a brow, his long, sharp eyes relaxing into something a little more languid. “I’m not made of * glass. I’m fine.”

Jean nodded thoughtfully. “Ah, youth.”

In just a few days, Ludwig had practically made a full recovery.

Dominic, on the other hand, had a long road ahead of him.

Of course, Dominic’s injuries were more serious not much that could be done about that.

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“Alright, we’ve gotta get going,” Ludwig said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

Jean instinctively touched her face, a trace of confusion flickering in her eyes. “But how am I supposed to hide my face?”

“Am I supposed to use disguise magic or something?”

Ludwig lowered his eyes slightly, bringing himself to eye level with Jean. “It’s not that complicated…”

He gave a lazy, catlike smile, the usual sharp coldness in his features softened. “A mask will do.”

“A mask?” Jean blinked in surprise. “That simple?”

Ludwig shot her a side–eye, a cool glint catching at the corner of his gaze. “What, you thought it’d be some grand operation?”

Jean pressed her lips together, then suddenly seemed to think of something. She looked him up and down. “Wait. Why don’t you have to cover up?”

Fair enough.

He had no need to stay anonymous.

With that in mind, Jean didn’t argue. She turned toward the storage cabinet nearby.

She opened the drawer-”

And pulled out a plain black bucket hat and a black face mask.

She was already dressed in a full black tracksuit – baggy and loose – which made her silhouette hard to define.

Her sneakers were black and white. She pulled the bucket hat down low over her face, shielding most of her features and upper field of vision.

Her long hair was braided and tucked into the hat. Finally, she slipped the black mask over her mouth and

nose.

Thoroughly concealed.

Her face was nearly invisible. The loose clothing and hidden hair made Jean look androgynous at a glance.

If she didn’t speak, she could easily be mistaken for a slim teenage boy.