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

Paul opened his mouth, "You know better than anyone, she's been dead for a long time."

Upon hearing this, Santos slowly rose from the chaise lounge, his gaze finally shifting towards Paul, "If this were the past, I might believe you, but now..."

He gestured in mid-air with his hand.

The capabilities of the Stevenson family, Santos knew better than anyone.

Reviving that girl was not an impossible task.

Seeing Santos react this way, Paul was unsure whether Santos had already found Rea, or if he was just saying these things to deceive him.

After all, these days, he had tried every possible way to extract the truth from him.

Sensing what Paul was pondering, Santos didn't hide it. He shared his discovery about Ben today, "Morgan, tell me, in this world, besides Cian, who else could silently incapacitate someone with just a silver needle?"

If it was only suspicion at the Champ family, now, after careful consideration, he was completely certain it was that person.

Hearing this, Paul understood that Santos hadn't confirmed the person was still alive. He remained silent for a moment before saying, "There are alwaysmore mysteries in the world, more people with extraordinary skills. Even if the Tai Chi diagram was missing half, reversing Rea's fate forcibly was impossible."

The Shang clan indeed had the power to defy nature, but this kind of power couldn't be used at will. Lacking any condition could not only lead to failure but also come with a great cost.

Santos, of course, knew about the

missing parts of the Tai Chi

diagram, which is why he believed

Cian was truly dead until last year when someone started asking about Cian online, raising his suspicions.

After all, there's no smoke without fire. No one would search for a dead person without reason.

"No matter how much you try to make excuses, you can't hide the fact that she's not dead," Santos touched his face, a shadow in his eyes.

Only by finding that person could he rid himself of this inhuman ghostly appearance.

Paul opened his mouth to say something, but Santos had already stood up. He walked to the bedside took out a pill from his pocket, and forced Paul to swallow it, chuckling, "Morgan, you should be thankful you felt into my hands. If it were someone else, you wouldn't have such a good fate."

Paul glared at Santos, "You traitor, you will not die a good death."noveldrama

"Is that so?" Santos crushed the now empty beer can in his hand with a hint of sarcasm, "Then I'll wait and see, who will not die a good death, you or me."

With that, he turned and left the room.